I Am Paula
09-25-2013, 05:29 PM
A while back I decided to go back to work, as the life of a retired musician leaves too much idle time. My fall back job, of renovation contractor beckoned.
I just finished (noon today I packed my tools) a high end 2 bedroom, bath, kitchen, laundry, living, wine cellar, complete rip it out to the studs reno. My first time acting as general contractor since going full time. I had to deal with all the trades, inspectors, architects, the lot. I have never been a stand there with coffee by the blueprint table kind of boss. If I want good work out of carpenters, I'm in there framing, if I'm on a deadline, I'll drywall, roof, or sweep floors. I'll also do the coffee run, or haul garbage.
A few observations.
The trades can still be sexist rude pigs. Comes with the territory. I just laughed along with their crude remarks. Not one mention of my trans status, that didn't even phase them, just boob and blow job jokes. Only one that hurt a bit was, they saw me vacuuming today, and said that I had found my calling. Sexist. I also discovered that a girl with big fake boobs cannot carry a tube of silicone anywhere. Please no offence to anyone in construction trades-I love you all.
In dealing with inspectors, permit people, and the good folks at Home Depot. I got condescended to, spoken down to, ignored, and patronized. It's tough for a woman in construction! Nobody would take me seriously. I was standing in home Depot in full work mode, my makeup a bit messy from sweat, and my tape measure still on my belt, and I asked a middle aged SA for some paslode cartridges. He said, 'do you know what model nailgun your husband uses, it can get confusing'. If I had my nailgun with me I would have nailed his foot to the floor. Inspectors walked onto the job site, and started asking questions to any MALE nearby, when I said I was in charge, they asked when my boss would be back. Once again, where's my nailgun?
It was an interesting two months. My first real insight into how the other half sees us. I did break a nail, but I'll still do it again. In fact the same client asked me last night if I'd do his office.
Next time I'll wear a sheriffs star, show a little cleavage, and never ask an electrician if he needs some help pulling wire.
I just finished (noon today I packed my tools) a high end 2 bedroom, bath, kitchen, laundry, living, wine cellar, complete rip it out to the studs reno. My first time acting as general contractor since going full time. I had to deal with all the trades, inspectors, architects, the lot. I have never been a stand there with coffee by the blueprint table kind of boss. If I want good work out of carpenters, I'm in there framing, if I'm on a deadline, I'll drywall, roof, or sweep floors. I'll also do the coffee run, or haul garbage.
A few observations.
The trades can still be sexist rude pigs. Comes with the territory. I just laughed along with their crude remarks. Not one mention of my trans status, that didn't even phase them, just boob and blow job jokes. Only one that hurt a bit was, they saw me vacuuming today, and said that I had found my calling. Sexist. I also discovered that a girl with big fake boobs cannot carry a tube of silicone anywhere. Please no offence to anyone in construction trades-I love you all.
In dealing with inspectors, permit people, and the good folks at Home Depot. I got condescended to, spoken down to, ignored, and patronized. It's tough for a woman in construction! Nobody would take me seriously. I was standing in home Depot in full work mode, my makeup a bit messy from sweat, and my tape measure still on my belt, and I asked a middle aged SA for some paslode cartridges. He said, 'do you know what model nailgun your husband uses, it can get confusing'. If I had my nailgun with me I would have nailed his foot to the floor. Inspectors walked onto the job site, and started asking questions to any MALE nearby, when I said I was in charge, they asked when my boss would be back. Once again, where's my nailgun?
It was an interesting two months. My first real insight into how the other half sees us. I did break a nail, but I'll still do it again. In fact the same client asked me last night if I'd do his office.
Next time I'll wear a sheriffs star, show a little cleavage, and never ask an electrician if he needs some help pulling wire.