It's 9:47pm. The crew clocked out hours ago.
You're still at the kitchen table writing quotes — the part of the business nobody warned you about.
The work itself? Flawless. Cedar that outlives the mortgage. Patios the neighbors stop to photograph.
Right now, a homeowner two streets over is on the couch typing "deck builder near me."
They won't find you. They'll find the guy whose work you wouldn't let near your own yard.
He shows up first — so he gets the call, the handshake, and the $30,000 job.
Not because he's better. Because he was findable — and you weren't.





