Another Easy Day

The El Dorado project was a great stress reliever. I only had to show up each day, climb up onto my scaffold and install ceiling tiles all day, minus a few breaks of course. And in the initial stages of this remodel, we would gather for coffee out on the existing second floor pool area. One morning we had an unexpected visitor ‘drop in’ on us while we were enjoying our break. Gary, a lather apprentice had been up on the ledge of the 7^th floor, installing a safety cable. He had a roll of steel cable and was walking backwards and unrolling it as he went. Of course he walked right off the end of the building.

But…he grabbed the cable tightly as he fell and his momentum swung him out over the intersection and then around the corner and that’s where he dropped onto the pool deck in front of about 50 surprised workers! His hands were a mess, but he was alive and well enough to go back to work immediately. Probably because his uncle, who was a foreman, came down and chewed him out for doing such a dumb stunt!

Later on, Gary became a great foreman in own right, but as an apprentice, he was a lot of fun to have around; you never knew what he might do next!

A short story from the Sahara project; Gary was sitting on the top of the building and signaling for the crane operator, Dennis. We were unloading panels from a trailer and stacking them on the ground, a simple operation. And since Dennis couldn’t see the trailer from his perch in the cab of the tower crane, Gary was to relay signals from the ground. I could hear the whole operation on my radio and suddenly Dennis was swearing; not his usual style at all. It turned out that Gary had turned away from what was happening below just after giving Dennis a ‘hoist’ signal. The panel had started up and had become caught under a large advertising sign. The sign was not going to move from its spot, so the crane began to tilt; quickly. Things like that make tower crane operators nervous and very cranky! Gary, oblivious to it all, was watching clouds or something similar.

We got it all sorted out and sent the panel back to be repaired and we bought Dennis a few beers after work that day. Actually, all he wanted and Gary paid.

Moving on

OK. Short version of the tour bus drive-through job…we did finish the project and it never did fall down. As far as I know, it still exists today, a grimy smoke stained ceiling that few tourists ever look at as they exit their buses. The casino beckons!

That is pretty much the same story with all of the casino building projects. When we were finished with all of our hard work, the customers saw only the mirrors and the flashing lights. Just as it was planned.

As usual, whenever I finished a project, there would be a few weeks where I would go to someone else’s project and work for them. My boss would continue to pay me my foreman’s wages and so I had an incentive to work just a little bit harder. And after the Harrah’s project, I was sent over to the new ElDorado hotel and casino.

This project was actually an existing hotel remodel; adding a 16 story hotel tower and a large convention center. As usual; the work went on right over the top of the customers. The existing casino and hotel never shut down for a minute.

Since most of the drywall and lathing crew positions were already filled, I was asked if I wanted to work on the acoustical ceilings in the convention center? Sure. I had already learned enough about that trade to make it appear as if I were not a rank amateur. I could fake it for a day or two until I learned more about it. And so I climbed up on the scaffold and began. It was fairly high, about 20’ up, but we had large platforms to work on and only had to move these scaffolds once a day.

Putting together a concealed spline acoustical ceiling was a great way to relax after the stress filled days of running a big project and I looked forward to doing this mindless work. For awhile.

Curves Ahead

Elevator work finished, I was back at the new tour bus drive-through at Harrah’s Sports Book. The project consisted of our building a plaster ceiling that did not touch any of the walls and consisted of a series of up and down arches for the length of the ceiling. (300’) Imagine a section through the waves on the ocean. Arch up. Arch down. And as it progressed through the building it was supposed to lose about 3’ in height. A sloping arched and wavy ceiling.

The first problem we ran into was the fact that we had to suspend this heavy ceiling from wires that would be shot into the hardened concrete, not embedded in the poured concrete; the preferred method. This ceiling was directly beneath the parking garage and the contractor for that project was not the same as the one we were working for. And he wasn’t going to allow us to embed any wires.

The second problem was the fact that the parking garage was built as a post-tensioned slab. These slabs are quite strong, but they vibrate easily because of the tension built into them. Traffic going up and down the ramps of the garage was going to cause our ceiling to vibrate as well. And since this ceiling was all cement plaster, it was tremendously heavy. Wires could be vibrated right out of the concrete. Once one wire failed, the rest would go quickly. I had nightmare visions of the ceiling crashing down onto half a dozen tour buses.

We decided to double the amount of wires as a safeguard. We had no engineering to tell us whether or not that would work, it just seemed to make sense. So, while one crew spent days shooting eye pins into the concrete and tying the wires to them, I had another crew bending the ¾’ ‘black iron into the radius shape we would use for the arches. Miles and miles of curved iron. And all bent with a roller that slowly formed the arch as you rolled the iron back and forth in its jaws. I worked with both crews, wherever I was needed.

Boring. Weeks went by as we tied hundreds of wires to the pins and formed a ton of steel into curved shapes.

Then we had to build 3 scaffolds that would be used for us, the framers and lathers, and then used by the plasterers and finally the painters. The drive-through was about 40’ wide, so we tied 4 scaffolds together for the first low section of the arch. Then a taller set of 4 scaffolds were tied together for the top of the arch, followed by another 4 low ones. And all 12 were tied into one huge scaffold. Moving it took the combined efforts of about a dozen men.

The end...almost

Following my harrowing inspection of the elevator shaft, there came a time to actually do the work I had calculated and so I found a couple of guys in the crew that would work fast and neat. There wasn’t a lot of room behind the barricades on each floor; just enough room for the material and maybe a few more spare feet. And since they wanted it done quickly, we were going to have to do the work on a weekend and have it complete by Monday morning.

I showed Bill and his apprentice just what I needed done and then I warned him, “Be careful. They can’t set the doors into the frames until we finish the wall; that means that you could reach your arm out into the shaft and touch the elevators as they go by. Don’t!” In fact I warned them both a couple of times. And to demonstrate that particular hazard, an elevator hurtled past just as I was speaking. They both jumped back in alarm. (Elevators are very quiet and they never say, ‘excuse me.’)

I left them to their work and went back to mine. Then, every couple of hours, I would go back to the tower to see how they were doing. They were making great progress. Bill had his apprentice work one floor above, getting things ready while Bill finished the floor below. Good thinking.

Then, I went back one more time and opened the barricade door and found Bill lying on the floor, looking dazed and his tools scattered all over. “Bill! What happened?” He shook his head and then told me, “Well, I needed John (on the floor above) to give me some more screws, so I leaned out into the shaft to yell at him. The next thing I knew I was on the floor over here” Yes, an elevator coming up had struck him and thrown him about 10 feet away. But imagine the results if it had been an elevator coming down.

We finished the project on time…even though Bill worked at a much slower pace.

What goes up

Eventually we finished our work in the South Tower and the crew moved over to the Sports Book and casino remodel. I was given a new project to run, the tour bus drive-through below the parking structure. But first, this story…

Just after I had settled into the routine of work at the Sports Book, I received a call from the Harrah’s representative; the elevator installers (Otis) needed us to return to the South Tower and rebuild the elevator walls where they had been torn apart to install new doors. Harrah’s had reconfigured one elevator so that it now had a rear door in it and it was going to serve as the ‘Housekeeping’ elevator for the new hotel rooms.

OK, I knew most of the Otis mechanics and so I asked one of their foreman, Bob, when would they like us to do the work? He told me that, perhaps, I should take a ride with him the next morning and we would both get a good idea of how much work was needed. Fine; I would meet him the next day.

I met Bob at the loading dock where the service elevators were located and that was when he explained that we would take the newly remodeled elevator and go from floor to floor to assess the situation. Using the special Otis elevator key, he opened the doors and I saw the top of the elevator at my feet. We were going to ride on top of the elevator! Yikes!

Well, I couldn’t let Bob know how terrified that made me feel. Of course not. (It's a guy thing) So I joined him on top of the elevator and he picked up the remote controller, explaining that we would be moving at ‘inspection speed’, far slower than the rest of the elevators that surrounded us. Before he closed the doors, I noted that there was very little to hold onto…in fact, there was absolutely nothing I could touch! In the center of the small space where we stood, the cables from the traction motor, 25 floors above us, were located and Bob warned me, “Careful. Those cables will be moving as we move and they’re pretty greasy.” And then he closed the doors.

There was one small 60 watt bulb on the roof of the car but the light it gave off seemed to be swallowed up in the darkness of this shaft that held 5 other elevators; all of which were moving up and down at what seemed to be a great speed. You never saw them, you simply sensed that they were close and then a gust of wind would strike you as the car passed by.

Inspection speed is slow. Far too slow. It seemed to take forever to get to the second floor, where we could step off for a few tension relieving minutes while I measured and calculated the work needed. Then it was time to get back on the elevator and go to the third floor. Another eternity. Eventually, one floor at a time, I made it to the 24^th floor, where I thanked Bob very much for the tour and told him I would probably take the stairs to get back down!

Drinks on the House

While working on the Harrah’s South Tower expansion, it was fairly easy to forget that you were working at a casino. We were high above the crowds that circulated through the downtown gaming district and the work itself kept us focused. But once or twice a week, a Harrah’s rep would come up in the man lift and distribute ‘drink tokes’. He usually carried a coffee can full of the cardboard tickets worth one drink apiece. These would be passed out to the crew and then at 3:30, we would gather up our lunch pails, thermos’s and other gear before getting in the man lift and descending to the Restaurant Level. Here, stairs would take us directly to the casino and the bars.

Somewhere in this time frame, Harrah’s also began the construction of a new Sports Book and parking garage. And right in the middle of this remodel and new construction mess was a bar. Most casinos have bars scattered all over the property and Harrah’s was no exception, except that this one bar became ‘ours’. Once a day, just after 3:30, this bar filled up with guys in hard hats. No civilians allowed. Oh, sure, they might wander in by mistake, but one look at the clientele would cause them to depart in haste. Beer was the only drink consumed and it was usually Bud. Order a Coors and there was a good chance that you would be ridiculed all night. You could order Millers safely, as popular opinion had ‘no opinion’ about that one.

And being highly paid, we would usually give the bartenders a buck with each free toke. The bar might hold the entire construction crew, perhaps 75 people and they were all drinking and giving the bartenders a dollar for each drink. They were raking in the money! This resulted in great service and the promise of just a few more free drinks, even after the tokes had all been used.