Sticking raw wires in 220 outlets.
Hand-scraping under radiators.
Answering the phone at the customer's house because that's how the shop contacted you. It was normal.
Back in the day the first thing that got set up was the stereo—louder than the machines.
SWEEPING up the dust from the buffer.
Printed Yahoo maps. And you'd still get lost trying to find the jobs. This is how the wrong house gets sanded.
Smoking inside other people's homes.
Sending estimates by mail, waiting for a mail reply, this could take a month or more. Now it's THIS SECOND!
Hand-nailing rips with case-hardened nails, and edger bags with holes in them dusting the house up.
Customers actually wanting some squeaks and creaks in the floor, because it's actual wood and that's what wood does. You know, it still thinks it's a tree.
I used to be the paper cutter. I'd have to cut the paper for the drums and the edgers before I could even run a broom. We also used to not be available during working hours. We checked messages and faxes and made phone calls after we returned to the shop. I really miss that, LOL.
Top-nailing the opening and closing rows. Especially the last three rows.
Driving to find a payphone if you needed to call the shop.
Sealing the area in plastic.
Hard plating with a 16" single-sided 80 grit paper with a 4" hole bolted on to a steel buffer plate with a 1/2" felt backing pad glued to the plate. Removin' some chattah! Lol.
A clean subfloor. Now it's under an inch of drywall mud.
Undercutting door jambs by hand. What a waste of time!
Lambswool coating pads.
Steven Triplett Jr.
Beer in the lunch box.
Cleaning glue off the floor with paint thinner.
Staining by hand with rags. Hand-sanding all edges to blend the drum/edger.
Installing non-nested bundles and using a chisel before the multitool.