Hi bro,
I hope you are doing well today, with your crazy schedule, whatever hours you worked, whenever you slept. In my mind, from this distance, it seems like a cool adventure. I imagine having to go with my ZZZ Carpentry crew and do a night-op on a Manhattan jobsite. I can see Big-D, 6'5" and fresh from prison, waiting on the sidewalk with his trashbag backpack. Then Niggs and Jose come around the corner with their do-rags on, as if they just came from rumble, but they are carrying tape measures and drill bits. Billy zooms in on his bike, tapered pants and machine-gun laugh, and we all wait for James, late again, with his headphones playing death metal into his long dreds. When we've amassed the squadron, we open the service door, and with headlamps navigate the basement maze to the freight elevator, and as we press into the car, we are thankful for each other's body heat, although no one would dare mention it.
Up to the 33rd floor, medical booties across the marble and brass floor, silently into the Penthouse, and before Billy flicks on the lights, we all sigh as the galaxy of Manhattan lights glitters into the parlor from the broad windows. The city is silent, like the night sky, and planets and moons and taxis and planes orbit us. We are home, and we are all out of place.
That's what it would be like if we had to work the middle of the night. I bet
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the lights were bright, but aside from the hum of the generator, the occasional blast of the diesel engine as it lifted the 34000 lbs into the air, or shouts from across the creek - it was quiet and still. At one point, I stopped and looked up to the sky and thought how rare it is to work like that during the middle of the night, with all asleep. I looked up to the stars and breathed in the crisp night air and thought about how nice it would be to go to bed.
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