Very Important Question... What's Your Favorite Part About Being A Roofer?

You get to set your own hours most of the time.

THE FREEDOM on a hot Sumer day the feeling of acomploshment when u get off the stick job that runs roofers away doing hands on work physical work a mans job

watching labor prices revert to what they where in 1980

Honest days work for those who get hands dirty. Getting that sincere "Thank You!" when new friend (customer), realizes there really are some honest contractors left. Most of all, I enjoy having my father as a partner, my nephews as my proteges, and going 8yrs and counting without installing a 3 tab shingle for some cheap ass company!

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I like the part where i finally get home, get a bath and go to bed! :unsure:

The best part of being a roofer for me. Is when you can provide a quality service to your clients and that they are satisfied with you work and would look forward on working with you again.

satisfication

OLE Willie Said: I like the part where i finally get home, get a bath and go to bed! :unsure:

I like weekends B)

Learn so many diferrent systems

OK, this isn't my favorite thing, but it's something you too, can do at home.

After a particlarly dirty day of tear off or being coated with tile cutting dust, I take a white, moistened washrag. I put it over my face. With my fingers, I trace the eybrows, then half-circles below the eyes. Then rub fingers down both sides of your nose. Then draw a "U" from your chin up above your mouth, and down to the chin on the other side. Now take your knuckles and rub along your chinline. Slowly lift the washrag away and there it is. Your own apparition of Christ.

My wife finds the washrags in the hamper and scolds me for being sacreligious, but hey, if you need a miracle every day, you can have one if you're a dirty roofer.

I used to like that it kept me in shape, working to a price in England we used to strip the concrete or clay tiles and throw them down off of the second storey scaffold to the floor (about 6 meters.)

I started at 14 working weekends and school holidays on my dads roofing firm, I was the catcher!

When I first started I was the weak link, struggling to catch and stack at the rate the tiler stripped them off at and getting mocked by the other guys.(reclaimed tiles = money over here.)but over time I got better at it and returned the favour shouting up to throw me 4,5 or 6 at a time and laughing when they couldn`t keep up!

When that was finished I would pull up the tiles on a ginny wheel and then load them out on the roof battens. All hard physical work, and I wanted to be the best so I`d carry as much as I physically could.

I got so fit and strong it was unreal, I`m not a big man (about 60-65kg 170cm) but I was the strongest kid at my school (leave at 16 years old over here) and was built like a pro athlete by the time I was 15. I could push 120kg bench press at my peak, double my own body weight.

Although I progressed to be a tiler by the time I was 21 I`d often jump down to show the boys how it was done! I loved it and I was damned good at it.

Unfortunately it did catch up with me, I just had an op to remove the end of one of my clavicles. I had eroded away the cartilage where it joined my shoulder. The other side is gone too but is holding up ok after I got an injection into the joint. I`m only 32, I don`t make the guys catch any more....

The ability to drive down the road glance up and see the roof I put on thirty years ago is still serving it's purpose today, that's my skill, sweat and attention to the little details that I was well paid for and loved doing that's up there, of course most have forgotten who did the job but I never will.

The money was great, thankfully I spent most of it doing what I wanted to do even parking my roofing business to the side for a few years while I chased dreams, a bit like the dog chasing a car I'm not sure if I know what I would have done if I'd caught it because selling another man's product just doesn't have that Wow factor.

The ability to return to the business as if I had never left it, all the same challenges plus a few that ten years add on :)

I think the short answer is being a roofer is something I will always be proud to tell others.

beginning at the bottom and working your way to the top. started loading and tear-off. then went to learning how to roof, hand-nailing shingles, shakes, and wood shingles. then going out on my own and trying to start my own business. getting back to working for someone else, then foreman, then superintendent, then sales for repair/maintenance, sales for commercial roofing, project manageing. it been a great road, and as lots of you have said you get to see the work you've done everytime your on the road. your always passing a building, a residence, our something that has your work on it.

Knowing that my roofs will still be there over 100 years from now, long after I am gone!