I didn’t wear tight jeans, a low-cut top or a pushup bra! Nope, just paint-spotted jeans and an old short-sleeved shirt of Scott’s that I noticed, when I felt a breeze on my back, was half gone. Of course as soon as I got home and changed out of the work clothes, that shirt went into the garbage.
Sadly, I can’t claim I’m there for my looks. I like to believe that Once Upon a Time that might’ve been the case … Hee!
I did a lot of sweeping and wiping of the work spaces. Can’t see anything to do for a moment? Pick up the broom. My efforts don’t look laborious; for instance, I was asked to lean on this door so that it wouldn’t move when it was being sanded (for painting) or sawed. I’m asked to run up or down stairs to get a tool, saving Scott and Bruce time and many steps; this is good for my health! I’m glad to get the exercise.
It must be as frustrating for Bruce and Scott sometimes as it is for me when I don’t know what I’m looking for. “Kathy, bring me the impacter,” or the side-cutter or a certain wrench. It might be quicker to get it themselves! (Not really; just sometimes …)