Office hazards

The Cardinal Construction office is in a sweet little area near the beach. We are in a small building next door to a hair salon. Right before I moved into this building, we were called out for an insurance job where an elderly lady had driven through the front window of her beauty shop on the other side of town.

I am fearful that my little office will meet the same fate when one of the elderly clients from next door hits the accelerator instead of the brakes. Not a day goes by that a car doesn't pull out into traffic without looking - complete with squealing brakes. This morning one of the ladies drove up over the concrete bumper in front of the building and scraped a section of her wheel well and crushed what remains of a bush. It happens about three times a week.

PCBC in SF

People often ask me if I have a more difficult time when I meet clients and they realize I am a woman? Usually not.

The one event where I am never treated as a contractor or a business owner is the PCBC show in San Francisco every year. The Pacific Coast Builders Conference is a gigantic annual show where you can cruise the Moscone Center for information about new products, and services. There are hundreds of booths for every imaginable construction related items.

I drag Boyfriend along and he agrees to go just to appease me and he enjoys picking up freebies. The funny thing is that when we approach a booth together, the sales people automatically start discussing their product with him. He has no construction knowlege and no interest in learning anything about construction. He'll just stand there and let them go on, he'll look over at me to see if I have any questions! Most of the time the sales people can't be bothered to glance over at me.

It amazes me only in the construction industry itself do people assume I am not a contractor or business owner because I am a girl.

Next year I'm going with Susan Dee.

Safety first Evidence second

When working on sites close to traffic we take every precaution for safety. Cones, signs, and yellow tape all help to warn drivers.
Bruce tells me that he makes sure he always wears his bright orange vest with the company logo for one good reason…
He says the orange helps show the tire tracks and the company logo helps the family members in the lawsuit after they reclaim the body!
Let's hope that's not the case.

Vacation photos - architecture

From my vacation photos you'd think I went only on architectural tours. I love checking out the buildings, museums, churches and wonderous spaces I've read about, photos I've seen and buildings I've dreamed of walking through. I'm known to take photos of construction sites in foreign countries. Including photos of the hardwood floor restoration in Versailles, scary scaffolding in Mexico, cranes in New York. Some photos are taken with specific people in mind, knowing they'd like to see certain things that interest them about building.

My four favorite buildings of all time...

the Roman Colosseum

El Duomo - St Maria del Fiore in Florence Italy

La Sagrada Familia in Barcelona Spain

Notre Dame in Paris France

Green Building

I sit on the Board of Directors for our local Builders Exchange. It's a non-profit organization for licensed contractors in our area. By joining, members get benefits like group insurance and they have access to plans and projects going out to bid.
Today at our monthly meeting, we had two guest speakers from the City of Santa Cruz to talk to us about the Green Building Code changes the City is making. Builders now have to earn points by doing something "green" in order to be awarded a permit.

I'm all for reducing waste, recycling at the time of demolition and building smarter, such as considering the orientation of a building and roof placement to allow solar at a later date, if not at the time of building. Many of the contractors are disturbed by the changes. It is a lot tougher to get plans approved through the City. Some of the changes are difficult and expensive.

After our guests left our meeting, we were doing our normal monthly business and discussing the Annual BBQ picnic for members. One of the features will be a dunk tank and we agreed that a City Official sitting on that dunk tank would raise a lot of money at the BBQ. I know of at least a dozen contractors who would sign up and pay for the chance of dunking the Green Building official.

Note - July 19th - two building officials actually submitted to the dunk tank. The inspector for Scotts Valley braved the dunking and John Ansic - the Green Building pro mentioned earlier showed up!
As a little boy stepped up to take his first shot, John asked, "Hey little boy, who does your dad work for?" Then when some other contractors stepped up to the plate he'd call out "Double Fees!" or "Red Tag". Thank you for being so good natured.

oh you think that's bad... listen to this one...

Working in the mall is a weird twilight zone experience sometimes. The hours are odd, you have to work when the mall is closed for most of the noisy construction. You use the cargo doors, delivery entrances, and passageways behind the scenes that others never see. When you come off your night shift, dusty and dirty, you are leaving the mall just as the well-dressed bored housewives are starting to arrive.
Given the choice, I’d never step foot in a mall again.

On this particular project we were demolishing a Disney store and turning it into an Apple store. As part of the demo we needed to sawcut the concrete floors. Based on the blueprints provided by Murray the Mall Manager, we were safe to cut. Then came a fireworks display of sparks and a flying saw and a startled employee then complete darkness and silence.

We had cut through an enormous electrical conduit providing power to several other stores and the nearby escalator – and it had NOT been shown on the blueprints for the site. Thank God no one had been electrocuted or hurt. We were forced to shut down for the night.

Over the next few days, Murray the Mousy Mall Manager had the electrical repairs made, called the escalator company to re-start their escalator, got the other businesses back on the grid and we finally went back to work. Every day of delay in construction meant a day later opening the store and I knew our client would not tolerate any delay, no excuses. We’d have to find a way to make up for the lost time.

It became obvious that the escalator had been damaged, it never worked a full day after the electrical fiasco. After three days, it stopped working altogether. Because it was close to our store, we saw the constant round of repairmen coming by but didn’t give it much thought. Our store was on the main floor, so we never used it.

Shortly thereafter I got a call and letter from Murray the Misguided Mall Manager telling me how much the new escalator was going to cost. Interesting, sure but what did I care? Oh… he thought WE should pay for it! He explained that our construction dust had caused the mechanism to jam. And here I must tell you that out store had been surrounded in a soundproof, snoop-proof, dustproof barrier, we were airtight and practically shrink wrapped. It would have been a miracle of biblical proportions if our construction dust had gotten out into the mall, nevermind into an escalator mechanism.
Murray the Malicious Mall Manager set up a meeting between myself and the escalator company to negotiate the cost of the new machine.
We sat down at a conference table, me alone with my inadequate notebook and photos. The escalator company had every available service person at the table. They might have taken some of those guys out of retirement! I admit it was more than a little intimidating.

Since I had no knowledge of escalators, I just listened. Murray the Meek Mall Manager never bothered to call the meeting to order, didn’t have an agenda, it became a free for all. The escalator company employees started trading War Stories. “We had a breakdown in a such-and-such a city and you won’t believe what we found… a quarter all bent up in the gears.” “That’s nothing,” someone else jumped in, “we had the heel off a woman’s shoe jamming ours.” Laughs all around. The escalator stories escalated. Somebody else had gotten a stroller wheel out of the mechanism. Somebody tried to top that story and on and on they went. Thank goodness for the drive to always out-do the last guy.

I acted amused and impressed, so they kept going. What a strange meeting. After about half an hour of stories, I closed my notebook, stood up and looked around the table at the guys. I thanked them for inviting me. “Apparently it takes a lot more than sheetrock dust to jam an escalator. And we won’t be contributing to the repair.”
I turned and walked out of the room and out of the mall and never heard another word about it.

Flipping Out

I'd love to work work with this guy - Jeff Lewis from Flipping Out.

Great sense of style, great taste and amazing vision. Just crazy enough to make it interesting.

I'm sure I'd learn a lot working with him.

A guy I'd like to work with

A guy I'd like to work with - Nate Berkus.

Nate, call me if you do an Oprah "House Makeover" show in California. We could make it happen for you.

Imagine the exposure.

Fun guy, frantic project deadlines, good deeds.

Already worked for him

Worked with this guy.

Wow, what a ride. Hard work but I wouldn't trade it. It was like getting my constuction PhD in two years.

I was the Project Mgr for the prototype and very first Apple Store at Valley Fair.

Thanks Steve.

Critter Gitter

At Cardinal Construction, we do not sub out much work. I have a crew of talented men who know how to do almost anything on a jobsite. However, when the need arises, I’m not immune to hiring expert help.

A wacky client Marion called and asked me to come by and give an estimate for installing French Doors to her patio deck. She also decided to have us replace the deck while we were at it. A week before we were to start, she called complaining of a strong odor near the patio doors. We let a couple days go by, but it didn’t get much better. We decided to demo the deck and see if we could figure out the problem. JB started and called me soon after, “you’ve got to get over here right away and bring your camera.”

Under the deck were dozen of carcasses. Like the size of cats. Upon closer inspection we realized they were turkey carcasses. What the heck? So I waited until she got home and asked her what had happened. Sheepishly she admitted to throwing the turkey remains into the back yard after every Thanksgiving and Christmas for the last twenty years. “I guess the raccoons or cats dragged them back under the deck.”


Apparently one of her ungrateful raccoons had crawled under the foundation and died, that’s what was causing the smell.

None of us could fit through the crawlspace and I had no idea how to reclaim the raccoon body. I started calling around and someone referred me to “The Critter Gitter”.

He came blazing across town as soon as he got my call. He leaped out of his truck dressed in a jumpsuit and carrying some wicked looking tools including a long metal pole with a sharp hook on the end and a metal noose. He was a wiry young guy to be sure, and he had a crazy look in his eyes. As soon as he made his assessment he dropped to his belly and soldier crawled through the tiny opening to the foundation.

“I can see it,” he called out. “Oh yes, a young one, about 8 months old… got her.” Then he slithered out with his prize. He went back out to his truck, wrote and invoice, handed it to me and sped off to his next job.


Hopefully Marion has stopped throwing turkey remains into the back yard - but we sort of doubt it.