I just finished an 80+ hour work week.  Throw overtime into the mix and I get almost three weeks pay in 1 week.  Not too shabby.  If it wouldn’t destroy my health and make me neurotic I’d be up for doing it every week.

We’re working on my boss’s house.  It’s a small beach house on Nantucket.  I’m excited to see it when we’re done.  It seems like an awesome project.  We’re starting with an original house, moving it closer to the beach, putting it on stilts, gut renovating it, and then building an addition.  Pretty cool.  And we’re shooting to get it LEED certified to boot.

The project manager just had a client meeting today.  I guess it’s a bit different when the client is your boss.  Anyways, they’re fast tracking the project.  My boss is a busy man.  I’ve only seen him for a grand total of about 10 minutes.  He’s going to be out of the area for a few weeks, so we basically had to scramble and put an entire CD set together in a week.  When the PM handed me the redlines for the plan, they were almost solid red.  One of the guys I work with was walking by and was like “Oh my God, it looks like somebody was murdered on that sheet”.

So ya, the financial pipeline has finally been turned on again.  Good good.