Hey guys Wow! It's been about 4 years since I've done floors as a means of living. Time sure does fly! I'm still cooking. Not like I would like to. The catering never took off like I had hoped. I'm training for management at a skilled nursing facility. (Certified Dietary Manager) I left a managing position at an Independent Living complex (Dining Services Director) due to regional management's unethical treatment of both employees and residents. Sure liked that job! Left on stellar terms though in case I ever end back up in Fresno or if the current regional team leaves. I was in a car group this morning and the subject of work came up. Most felt that there is not a 'perfect' job but rather jobs that can be tolerated to a greater or lesser degree to make a living. I have to disagree. I installed flooring for 35 years, full time most of the time, as a 'self employed' contractor. In retrospect, while not a "perfect" job I had very few complaints real or imagined, personally or from my customers. Granted, there were days I wished I never heard of flooring, but really, those where few and far between, and just a handful at most. Goodness knows I miss flooring. There is a feeling of accomplishment to look back on a job well done at the end of the day, then later, sometimes years or a decade or so later, to see your workmanship still in use and looking good. I still do an occasional job here or there and feel the same sense of accomplishment, along with feeling...well, sore, very very sore for a day or so. I look back on pictures and am so glad I kept a journal of sorts of my work in a photographic scrapbook if you will. I find myself thinking " I did that?!?!" and then I think "I did that!!" Cooking has always been a passion of mine and I love seeing the looks of satisfaction on the faces of my family, friends, customers, and residents when I serve them a dish that is well prepared, presented well, and is delicious. I have even kept a photo journal of my more memorable dishes and enjoy looking back on my culinary accomplishments. The difference is that while cooking is a passion, flooring is in my blood as it were, a part of me, and I miss it. If things were different I would still be on my knees both installing and sharing what I have learned and experienced. Who knows, 57 is still young this day and age, given the opportunity I may still have time to share . If not, when I am cut I may not bleed floors but I will patch myself up with seam sealer and welding rod and keep on cooking and looking at the floor. Thanks for providing a soapbox for me to share some of my feelings and sentiments and maybe a few you may share as well.