Painting as a life style

I started painting in August. With every stroke, the project got more grand, or rather it was the same size, I had just realized how big the place and idea were. At some point early on, I realized I as going to be painting the entire umpteen thousand square feet of wall with a little paint brush meant for canvases. It's OK, I liked the painting part. I started out painting the walls after work for a few hours. I put my life on hold. I'd work, then go downstairs and paint. Gradually, I left work upstairs earlier and worked downstairs later. Until, near the end, I was getting up at 5 and working in the soon-to-be restaurant until 10 at night. I thought that it was hard but that I was nearly done with that part, the restaurant would open and I'd be done.

The manager had hired cooks, bussers, hosts, servers, cleaners. He'd bought plates, pans, pots, silverware, glasses, napkins. Some things I thought were odd but what did I know. I'm not a restaurant guy.