Taking in Laundry
I'm not in a particularly good mood this morning, after having spent the entire doubly-long long weekend trying to complete a contract to paint the office in which I work.
It seemed like such a good idea last July when I submitted a bid - what's easier than slapping a few coats of paint on some walls and walking away with some cash? Unfortunately, I had not factored in the time to be spent on manhandling enormous file cabinets (wonder what they have in there to make them so heavy), discovering holes and gashes which need extensive plastering, masking incredibly warped walls, and trying to paint 9-foot walls with a 2-foot step ladder. It's enough to put anyone off latex for life (oops, perhaps I've said too much here).
So nearly 9 months later I am making a concerted effort to complete the contract and send in my invoice. This means having to go in to today work three hours early to peel masking tape (which usually rips away the edges of my newly-applied paint), reconnecting phone and ethernet cables, wrestling with office furniture, and cleaning up the paint drips off the floor.
I had big plans for this money - additional computer equipment, a few nights in Montreal, massage therapy. But now my earnings will quickly transport themselves from my bank account into the cavernous pockets of a root canal specialist. I hate dentists, but I love my teeth more.
Enough of my complaining. For those of you who haven't seen this animation yet, I find it always uplifting and well worth the watch: French Erotic Film. Have a good morning.
It seemed like such a good idea last July when I submitted a bid - what's easier than slapping a few coats of paint on some walls and walking away with some cash? Unfortunately, I had not factored in the time to be spent on manhandling enormous file cabinets (wonder what they have in there to make them so heavy), discovering holes and gashes which need extensive plastering, masking incredibly warped walls, and trying to paint 9-foot walls with a 2-foot step ladder. It's enough to put anyone off latex for life (oops, perhaps I've said too much here).
So nearly 9 months later I am making a concerted effort to complete the contract and send in my invoice. This means having to go in to today work three hours early to peel masking tape (which usually rips away the edges of my newly-applied paint), reconnecting phone and ethernet cables, wrestling with office furniture, and cleaning up the paint drips off the floor.
I had big plans for this money - additional computer equipment, a few nights in Montreal, massage therapy. But now my earnings will quickly transport themselves from my bank account into the cavernous pockets of a root canal specialist. I hate dentists, but I love my teeth more.
Enough of my complaining. For those of you who haven't seen this animation yet, I find it always uplifting and well worth the watch: French Erotic Film. Have a good morning.
posted by nanuk at 6:31 AM Permafrost
7 Comments:
I'm sorry about all that nonsense. I don't particularly care for painting things myself either, unless they're abstract and on canvas!
When I painted my kids' playroom I just used one of those edge brushes. Not sure what you call them but I didn't tape. I REFUSE to tape! Taping's for sissies...um...real men?! Anyway, it didn't come out that bad so if I had to do it again I still wouldn't tape!
two words - spray gun. And next time any plastering or repairs is going to cost them extra.
The IRS gave me a root canal on the 15 Apr, I don't have to go to a dentist.
I love my dentist. But then, I've never had a root canal.
French Erotic Film?????:) Come to Quebec City! It's less expensive!!!! (mmmm... not sure)
Root canal.... sounds uncomfortable. Haven't had a filling yet. Must remember to brush my teeth.
Nunya: you're hired - just name your price.
TPK: are you sure the world will be safe with me having any sort of gun in my hand? [No - don't go there]
Sarah: how long has this affair with your dentist been going on?
Merlinprincesse - the Concorde has the best pillows of any hotel in the world. Honest!
Fuff: you continue to amaze. Not even a single filing yet?
I'm with PK, Nanuk; you definitely went beyond your original contract, which was for painting only, right? You should be paid for the extra work you did. Not to mention the moving of the cabinets, etc, should have been done before you even set foot there.
Good luck with the dentist. I'm told (by my dentist friends, none of whom are actually my dentist) that a root canal done right isn't supposed to hurt at all.
Fuff: You obviously take great care of your teeth. Hmph! :-)
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