Amongst my many idiosyncrasies is the fact that while I derive considerable satisfaction from hard work for the sake of recreation, hard work for the sake of handsome financial remuneration makes me sullen and ill-tempered.
Thankfully, I’m oddly unconcerned with accumulating wealth and possessions (with the exception of climbing gear and books) so my misery is generally short-lived. And while I occasionally curse my parents’ career choices and thereby my lack of a trust fund, I have many great memories and a touch of blue-collar pride from doing jobs such as bushwork in remote coastal inlets and seismic exploration in the Middle-Eastern desert.
My most recent attempt at avoiding utter destitution involved entering the world of construction as a rope access technician. For the past few months I worked twelve hours a day, six days a week on the roof of BC Place Stadium. The long hours combined with the commute from Squamish meant that I barely had time to buy groceries, let alone write on my blog. However, now that it’s over, here are a few photos for those who’ve feigned interest.