There’s hot—and then there’s pulling wire forpole lights in the direct sun hot. That was today.
No clouds. No breeze. Just a big, blazing sun roasting the back of our necks while we wrestled with wire that felt like it had been baking on asphalt. You know it’s serious when you’re sweating before you even start working, and by the time the spool’s halfway unraveled, you’re not sure if it’s the heat or the job that’s making you dizzy.
I was out there with my coworker, both of us covered in dirt, sunscreen, and maybe a little frustration. We had to feed wire through conduit that had soaked up the sun all day—it felt like threading a needle inside an oven. Gloves didn’t help much; everything was too slick or too hot to hold onto for long. But you push through it, crack a few jokes, and keep moving.
It’s days like this that remind me how real the work is. This isn’t desk job sweat. It’s earned sweat. And when those lights finally power on, knowing you wired them under that unforgiving sky—it hits different.
Another day, another tan line. Stay cool out there.