My dad had an excavating business when I was growing up, and due to my energy level my mom constantly sent me out on jobs with him. I grew up being a daddy's girl and got to run a lot of equipment. Later I married one of my dad's friendly competitors son's and still run their family business. You should have seen the look on the truck driver's face(s) when they'd pull into the gravel pit and see a 100 lb girl in a tank top, shorts and work boots running the loader.(I don't weigh 100 lbs anymore)
It wasn't long before they bought me a pink hard hat(FYI Pink is NOT my color) and nick named me Construction Barbie.
What's funnier yet is when I pull up to a house to pump someone's septic tank.
I really do enjoy getting out of the office to run the gravel pit(s) from time to time.
That's a cool story! It must have been really neat to grow up in the business...then grow right into it.
For the time being, I'll have to suffice operating my walkbehind commercial mower, assorted leaf blowers and other power equipment. Someday, I'd love to have a ton of land...so I could justify buying a kick arse tractor with a loader. Or better yet, a used front end loader/backhoe. I friggin love those things.
