It is my weekend in the nest! Yes, custody time. And although a week ago it was worse here noise wise with the construction due to industrial fans, it is still no picnic. There is painting crap everywhere but overall, it is getting there.I have decided that this team of painters definitely work hard to not break any sort of sweat. When I leave they are on the porch smoking. When I pop in anywhere between 11 and 1 they are in their truck with their windows open smoking and eating. When I come in from carpool #1 they are back on the porch smoking and by my return from carpool #2 they are gone. Today they had all the above breaks and when I came in at 2, they were gone for the day. They also taped and plasticized an entire bunch of stuff that we now can’t use for the weekend in a room that they didn’t start painting.
I have two more grievances as well:
- There was a Victoria’s Secret catalog in the bathroom that I have no idea of where it came from (EWWWWWWW)
- One of them asked me if they could have our wifi password. I told him Dumbass001. He probably actually checked it.
I complained to my brother who is an accountant/entrepreneur but used to own this particular construction company and he gave me some song and dance about how painters have a really stressful job because painting is really nerve wracking apparently. Ya. Cry me a fucking river. I negated that right off. I was waiting for the part where he told me that painters have a suicide rate right up there with dentists. Lets see. Nekkid women, WIFI and a break every hour.
As my friend MB says, you don’t have to be the coordinator of the GED to figure that one out.
Ya’ll have a happy Saturday!
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