The first three days that Glenn worked for the Stitch were uneventful. He showed up promptly at 8 a.m. during the first weekend and the Saturday of the second weekend, and worked into the evening, taking an hour for lunch at noon. The materials having been delivered without incident, Glenn showed up with a toolbox and knapsack full of the usual carpenter's tools: hammers, nails, screwdrivers, screws, chisels, bevels, sandpaper blocks, sheets of sandpaper, measuring tools, and pencils. He also had an extra bag with various saws that he lugged into the work room. Additionally, he lugged in an old, beaten up coffee table he had purchased from a used furniture store and retrofitted it to serve as a makeshift worktable.
Most days he wore the same outfit: white tank top with leather or canvas carpenter pants. Frequently. he hung a hammer through one of the loops on the sides. He also had a pair of black suspenders to hold his pants up, and a pair of brown leather gloves that he would put on and off depending on whether his current task required precision or protection of his hands. The most immediately noticeable part of Glenn's wardrobe, besides the suspenders, was the grey flat cap he would wear to keep the hair out of his eyes. He had the brim jammed down and tipped the hat in front as far as he could without it falling off his head. At any hint of confusion over the attire, Glenn merely winked, a wink mostly obscured by the shadow of the hat's brim over his eyes. Then he would go into the work room, where the sounds of hammering, sanding, and occasionally sawing would filter faintly out into the rest of the store. He would leave most days wiping the sweat off his head with his forearm, the smell of sawdust on his clothes, and a smile on his face. He left most of the tools there overnight and during the week, taking only the few tools he thought he might need and might not have access to at his other job.
Glenn had completed two of the larger shelves by the end of the Saturday of his second weekend. He was a little bit behind schedule, but he didn't think it was too big of a deal. He wanted to make sure everything was perfectly sanded and constructed first, before he decided whether or not the oak he was using to construct the shelves was the right color as is, or needed a darker stain as well. Then he would work on the trickier fourth shelf, with the rotating circular rack on it, and the display case. He was still trying to figure out which metalworkers and glaziers would be best for the metal and glass work he needed. And, truth be told, he was still trying to decide how he was going to construct those pieces. But generally, everything seemed to be going according to plan for the first three days.
The fourth day, however, was a different story.
Most days he wore the same outfit: white tank top with leather or canvas carpenter pants. Frequently. he hung a hammer through one of the loops on the sides. He also had a pair of black suspenders to hold his pants up, and a pair of brown leather gloves that he would put on and off depending on whether his current task required precision or protection of his hands. The most immediately noticeable part of Glenn's wardrobe, besides the suspenders, was the grey flat cap he would wear to keep the hair out of his eyes. He had the brim jammed down and tipped the hat in front as far as he could without it falling off his head. At any hint of confusion over the attire, Glenn merely winked, a wink mostly obscured by the shadow of the hat's brim over his eyes. Then he would go into the work room, where the sounds of hammering, sanding, and occasionally sawing would filter faintly out into the rest of the store. He would leave most days wiping the sweat off his head with his forearm, the smell of sawdust on his clothes, and a smile on his face. He left most of the tools there overnight and during the week, taking only the few tools he thought he might need and might not have access to at his other job.
Glenn had completed two of the larger shelves by the end of the Saturday of his second weekend. He was a little bit behind schedule, but he didn't think it was too big of a deal. He wanted to make sure everything was perfectly sanded and constructed first, before he decided whether or not the oak he was using to construct the shelves was the right color as is, or needed a darker stain as well. Then he would work on the trickier fourth shelf, with the rotating circular rack on it, and the display case. He was still trying to figure out which metalworkers and glaziers would be best for the metal and glass work he needed. And, truth be told, he was still trying to decide how he was going to construct those pieces. But generally, everything seemed to be going according to plan for the first three days.
The fourth day, however, was a different story.