i ate an apple in the shower
i went about 5.5 miles. not running the whole way obviously. I also took a detour to my dad's to visit the sisters. Lainee was very confused when I showed up there.
I want to live on a lake.
Oy vey. Apparently Brianna's executive estimated this house to take four days. Yeah, too bad it took eight. Which sucks because executive Morgan will not admit that he fucked up, so as it stands now, Brianna makes no money on the house. It was either that or not paying us for the work we actually did. So the moral of the story, kids, is not to estimate a bloody Victorian house as if it were a cube. No, seriously, this kid just looked at his little magical sheet that tells you how long stuff is supposed to take and completely ignored the fact that, as a Victorian house, this thing is a lot more complicated than your typical housethemagicsheethasinmind. Sucked. it was wicked hot out everyday, too. as in the radio tells you in the morning "even very active people should take it easy outside." Only too bad we had to paint a house, and wicked fast, too, so that we could kindasorta stay on schedule. yeah, that was not an option, really. it was rough.
not to mention the drive up there. bloody tolls. i went up there this morning to help Bri finish up some last stuff (ie putting on shutters because Sean is incompetant with a drill and also never asked for the second battery), and the drive up there pretty much put me over the edge:
So I'm heading to the toll--and by this point I'm wicked good at hitting the basket while accelerating through the booth, so that I can be back up to 80 in a timely manner--and there are two options for the exact change kind, and I'm heading toward the second from the last, but then i notice that there are two cars there and only one in the last lane, so i head over there...
The. person. in. front. of. me. TRIES TO FUCKING PAY THEIR (75 cent) TOLL WITH A DOLLAR BILL!!!!!!!! why would you do that?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!? holy hell, i was so mad. the person in the booth seemed exasperated as well, probably thinking "bitch, please, i'm not supposed to have to do stuff." and then they sat there forever. gah. so once they were gone, i stepped on the gas, paid my toll at about 15 mph, and ignored the ringybell freaking out cuz i had gone through the booth while the light was still red.
then, i notice a bit of a snag in the flow of traffic. and i spot a cruiser in the middle of it. only it's the blue and white kind. as in from a town, and i'm thinking "I don't think he can pull you over, people; he's not a Statey" but then I notice that he's a sheriff, so he can probably pull people over.
Only too bad he was bloody going 68 in the middle lane and freaking people the fuck out because no one wanted to pass him.
After managing to get through the pussydrivingsheriff trafficknot and get off at exit 12N with far less "hello, i'm in the left lane and I will be exiting now" than usual, I'm thinking things are good since the house is literally less than a mile from the highway. But then as I'm driving up Broadway, which has had one of those "You are driving too fast, you asshole; the speed limit is 30 and I flip out if you go 32"-trucks on it for the past week, and I see what could be a car with a roof rack, but is probably a copcar (it wasn't white, which threw me off) on the opposite side of the road, so i slow down. and then I notice on my side of the road, another cop car with the officer standing outside aiming his radar gun down the road. This guy was wicked serious about this radar gun. He was holding the thing like it might recoil on him; it was absolutely ridiculous, and I cracked up wicked bad.
Brianna was a bit late getting there, so I'm wondering if she got pulled over by radar gun guy. When she shows up, she says, "So did you see a cop with a radar gun on Broadway?" So yeah, he pulled her over, and we both laughed for awhile about how silly he looked with that damn radar gun.
And then she locked her keys in her car, so we had to call AAA, and the guy who came to open her car was even more dorky than radargunguy and friend, so we cracked up again after he left.
Bri had to call Morgan after she talked to ladywhosehousewehadjustpainted, and apparently he was an ass, so I told her about how the house is like Nebraska and it will be funny to us as soon as we are safely in Iowa to try to cheer her up.
We were going pretty well for awhile, but then the second battery ran out of juice, and I had forgotten to charge the first one last night. The guy in the house had a drill, too. Only too bad it was also out of batteries. We tried using the drill bit as a kinda chisel and hitting it with a hammer to finish off the last three holes we needed, which only kind of works when you're lucky. So then Bri gets the brilliant idea "Those roofers across the street...think they have a drill?" "Probably" So she went over there and we borrowed a drill from the randomroofers, drilled our last three holes, put up the damn shutters, picked up as much paintchipmess as we could, and put stuff back where it came from (these people have a shitton of random shit(slash"acoutrements") around their house).
Then we got the hell out of there. And I went to the RiteAid to get a new ace bandage for my cancerankle, and the bloody ace bandages were surprisingly hard to locate, which made me more irritated. And then at the toll, I went through a not-exact change lane because the lines were short and I was kind of stuck on the right because people do not seem to understand that the left lanes are for passing, not going a teensy bit over the speed limit. [i have been passing on the right so much going to and from this job; i am such a bad person, but these people don't know how to use highways!] So, anyway, the guy in front of me pays with his dollar, but that's ok, because the tollboothpeople always have a quarter ready. Only this guy DECIDES TO HAVE A BLOODY CHAT WITH THE PERSON IN THE BOOTH AND SIT THERE FOR ABOUT A MINUTE. I could have killed him.
This episode pretty much sums up how this whole house went. it was seriously Nebraska, but shittier. And I am very glad that I do not have to go through that toll on a regular basis for a while. Tomorrow we're working in Auburn. The biggest road i need to deal with is the Bypass, and I can avoid that if i want.
I want to live on a lake.
Oy vey. Apparently Brianna's executive estimated this house to take four days. Yeah, too bad it took eight. Which sucks because executive Morgan will not admit that he fucked up, so as it stands now, Brianna makes no money on the house. It was either that or not paying us for the work we actually did. So the moral of the story, kids, is not to estimate a bloody Victorian house as if it were a cube. No, seriously, this kid just looked at his little magical sheet that tells you how long stuff is supposed to take and completely ignored the fact that, as a Victorian house, this thing is a lot more complicated than your typical housethemagicsheethasinmind. Sucked. it was wicked hot out everyday, too. as in the radio tells you in the morning "even very active people should take it easy outside." Only too bad we had to paint a house, and wicked fast, too, so that we could kindasorta stay on schedule. yeah, that was not an option, really. it was rough.
not to mention the drive up there. bloody tolls. i went up there this morning to help Bri finish up some last stuff (ie putting on shutters because Sean is incompetant with a drill and also never asked for the second battery), and the drive up there pretty much put me over the edge:
So I'm heading to the toll--and by this point I'm wicked good at hitting the basket while accelerating through the booth, so that I can be back up to 80 in a timely manner--and there are two options for the exact change kind, and I'm heading toward the second from the last, but then i notice that there are two cars there and only one in the last lane, so i head over there...
The. person. in. front. of. me. TRIES TO FUCKING PAY THEIR (75 cent) TOLL WITH A DOLLAR BILL!!!!!!!! why would you do that?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!? holy hell, i was so mad. the person in the booth seemed exasperated as well, probably thinking "bitch, please, i'm not supposed to have to do stuff." and then they sat there forever. gah. so once they were gone, i stepped on the gas, paid my toll at about 15 mph, and ignored the ringybell freaking out cuz i had gone through the booth while the light was still red.
then, i notice a bit of a snag in the flow of traffic. and i spot a cruiser in the middle of it. only it's the blue and white kind. as in from a town, and i'm thinking "I don't think he can pull you over, people; he's not a Statey" but then I notice that he's a sheriff, so he can probably pull people over.
Only too bad he was bloody going 68 in the middle lane and freaking people the fuck out because no one wanted to pass him.
After managing to get through the pussydrivingsheriff trafficknot and get off at exit 12N with far less "hello, i'm in the left lane and I will be exiting now" than usual, I'm thinking things are good since the house is literally less than a mile from the highway. But then as I'm driving up Broadway, which has had one of those "You are driving too fast, you asshole; the speed limit is 30 and I flip out if you go 32"-trucks on it for the past week, and I see what could be a car with a roof rack, but is probably a copcar (it wasn't white, which threw me off) on the opposite side of the road, so i slow down. and then I notice on my side of the road, another cop car with the officer standing outside aiming his radar gun down the road. This guy was wicked serious about this radar gun. He was holding the thing like it might recoil on him; it was absolutely ridiculous, and I cracked up wicked bad.
Brianna was a bit late getting there, so I'm wondering if she got pulled over by radar gun guy. When she shows up, she says, "So did you see a cop with a radar gun on Broadway?" So yeah, he pulled her over, and we both laughed for awhile about how silly he looked with that damn radar gun.
And then she locked her keys in her car, so we had to call AAA, and the guy who came to open her car was even more dorky than radargunguy and friend, so we cracked up again after he left.
Bri had to call Morgan after she talked to ladywhosehousewehadjustpainted, and apparently he was an ass, so I told her about how the house is like Nebraska and it will be funny to us as soon as we are safely in Iowa to try to cheer her up.
We were going pretty well for awhile, but then the second battery ran out of juice, and I had forgotten to charge the first one last night. The guy in the house had a drill, too. Only too bad it was also out of batteries. We tried using the drill bit as a kinda chisel and hitting it with a hammer to finish off the last three holes we needed, which only kind of works when you're lucky. So then Bri gets the brilliant idea "Those roofers across the street...think they have a drill?" "Probably" So she went over there and we borrowed a drill from the randomroofers, drilled our last three holes, put up the damn shutters, picked up as much paintchipmess as we could, and put stuff back where it came from (these people have a shitton of random shit(slash"acoutrements") around their house).
Then we got the hell out of there. And I went to the RiteAid to get a new ace bandage for my cancerankle, and the bloody ace bandages were surprisingly hard to locate, which made me more irritated. And then at the toll, I went through a not-exact change lane because the lines were short and I was kind of stuck on the right because people do not seem to understand that the left lanes are for passing, not going a teensy bit over the speed limit. [i have been passing on the right so much going to and from this job; i am such a bad person, but these people don't know how to use highways!] So, anyway, the guy in front of me pays with his dollar, but that's ok, because the tollboothpeople always have a quarter ready. Only this guy DECIDES TO HAVE A BLOODY CHAT WITH THE PERSON IN THE BOOTH AND SIT THERE FOR ABOUT A MINUTE. I could have killed him.
This episode pretty much sums up how this whole house went. it was seriously Nebraska, but shittier. And I am very glad that I do not have to go through that toll on a regular basis for a while. Tomorrow we're working in Auburn. The biggest road i need to deal with is the Bypass, and I can avoid that if i want.