The week we laid 4,000 bricks in 3 days on a house in Fresno and I could barely lift my arms by Friday
Back when we were running a two-man crew on a house in Fresno, we hit a stretch where the mortar was mixing just right and the courses were lining up almost on their own, and we got 4,000 bricks down in 3 days flat. The boss even brought out cold drinks and we felt like we could do no wrong, right up until Friday when my arms quit on me and I dropped my trowel off the scaffold. Does anyone else miss those rare weeks when the work just flows, or is it only us old-timers who get sappy about it?