Busting Stuff Up

Above the hallway on the third floor, when this was a school the 3rd floor was never insulated. so in ripping up the hallway, that also means that we have to rip up the floor on the 3rd floor to lay insulation. Mind you the 3rd floor at one time was a basketball court, don't ask. So in reality upstairs the floor is 3 layers deep. The base is ship planks that were brought up from the coast way way back in the day, the house was built in 1846. The second layer is 2 in. thick, 3 in. wide wood flooring. Then we have for the last layer the wooden basketball floor, so all together your ripping up about 5 inches of wood flooring. All of this so you can lay insulation then put down a wood sub floor, seems like a vicious circle doesn't it.
So with DH hurting himself he hasn't been able to go back up there for a few day. Me well I'm busy with the kids, cleaning & sanding furniture and refinishing it, I haven't had time to go up there either. So our friend Al, better known as Virgil, said the other day he knew someone that would come and do it for us. The price decided upon was rip up the floor for $100, keep in mind that half of the 3rd floor is already done but still it is 4900sq. ft.. My husband says OK find send them over. There was this little hobbit knock on the front door this morning and there is a woman in jeans, a long sleeve shirt and steel toed boots. She maybe, I mean really pushing it is 4'11 & with enough rocks in her pockets while being socking wet, might weigh 100 lbs.. Now you have to understand that my husband is old school when it comes to stuff like this, he knows that women are independent because he is already dealing with the queen of that kingdom. He however doesn't like women doing hard labor, he would rather know they can do the work but be pampered instead. This is not the first time you will here me say this...My husband is strange. So after turning his head toward me while performing the ocular rotation perfected by teenagers across the world, he takes her upstairs. The next thing I hear is "Honey find me the pick ax", this translates into it is the same height as her, so she wont have to bend over and kill her back. I get the ax and take it up to her, which in itself was extremely weird. The 3rd floor is a open 4900 sq. ft. with a ceiling that is 36 ft. high, so in short she looks like a mouse in Madison Square Garden.