Most of the jobs begin like a blind date. You meet people. You size them up; they size you up. What's different is that you try not to get screwed. They have problems; you try to help. You work hard. Stuff happens. You live by your wits. Sometimes, you do things that make you proud. Sometimes, you make a friend.
Since 1976 I've worked small jobs in the construction trades: carpenter, plumber, electrician. Some jobs last an hour. Some take months. That's a lot of blind dates. And all the time, I was keeping a journal. For the next year I'm going to remember some of the people, the problems, the craft, the joy and sorrow, day by day.
(This is the first post of a new blog I've started which will run in parallel with this Clear Heart blog. I call it 365 Jobs. Each day I'll pluck a job from my journals and try to figure out what happened, what was the larger meaning of the work I did that day.
It's an experiment. I don't know exactly where it is going. Please join me. Come along for the ride. At first, I'll cross-post each entry in this Clear Heart blog and also in the 365 Jobs blog. I may also start issuing each new day as a podcast. We'll see. Like a lot of construction work, I'll just be learning how to do it as I do it.)
Have a happy new year, folks!