screwed

my abs burn with the heat of a thousand suns.

did i take some hot, new workout class? nope. i screwed down rockboard for my boyfriend's construction company last night after work.

my boyfriend cowboy took the giant leap last fall and started his own company. he knows carpentry and construction, plumbing and electrical, anything to do with tile and hardwood, and he can pretty much build an entire house out of toothpicks if need be. but even though these skills live in his marrow, and he's been working in the field for years and years, it doesn't take away from the anxiety that comes with relying totally on self to find work, assess the job, bid it, gather materials, do the work, invoice, and get paid in a steady, professional, and timely way.

to no one's surprise, though, the company has been growing steadily and the work continues to come in. and very soon, he will be faced with the next big step and actually have to hire an employee.

i want this job. it's not just to get out of temping, although that would be the blessing of a lifetime, but because i like doing something with my day.

and cowboy thinks it's not a completely bad idea. but then we come face to face with the fact that i might be good at a few things, but really, i have no skills (i can't lift anything heavier than about twenty pounds, measuring scares the daylights out of me, etc). and we also have to consider the situation of both of us relying solely on the income of this company, which is a leap in and of itself.

but the company isn't quite at that step yet, so until then, i get to help out when i can and screw down rockboard and pull up nails (i love this more than queen latifah movies) and eat sandwiches on the jobsite and listen to classic rock and wear cowboy's old t-shirts and be a part of making something beautiful.

and i love it.