The foreman knows more about what’s happening on that project than almost anyone. They know which sub is two days behind and why. They know where the drawings don’t match the field conditions. They know which material delivery is going to cause a problem before the delivery has even been scheduled.

Some days the work arrives heavier than expected. You take up space before I even start, settling into the room like you own it. The hours stretch, the pressure builds, and I catch myself wondering why I keep stepping back into your orbit.

Let's be honest, the next generation isn't ignoring construction — they think we’re boring. Our entire public image looks like it stopped evolving when blueprints went digital.