When I had the restoration shop I'd put in, easy, 120 hours a week. I didn't take a day off or give myself weekends for seven months straight. Just did the math, based on a 40 hour work week that's 2400 hours of overtime. I was in my late 20's.
Sarah was concerned I was a workaholic. Single guy, no home life, no social life all I had was work.
My last job was building trains. I put in back-to-back 72 hour weeks. By the last day I was just sitting in the train, looking at all the parts which needed to be installed. I didn't have the energy to move. I'm in my early 40's.
Maybe I did it out of nostalgia, trying to relive more youthful years.
Where did the time go?
