Tuesday, June 22, 2004
Well, it's not one of the better starts to the development week. I've been having trouble getting all my painting done, so every day I rush home from work and get started. And then I paint til the sun sets and the moon rises and the cats come out to prowl. Just last weekend, when I thought I could get it all done, I didn't -- despite putting about 20 hours into it.
So I'm a bit stressed out. Then yesterday I go home to find two nuisance notices stapled to the rail of Construction Headquarters. For having tall grass (excuse me, but some of that is Brussels sprout _forest_) and, get this, "rat harborage." I decide to go to work on the trim anyway, because I have to, and experience one of my most spectacular paint spills ever, all over the new marmoleum. What a beautiful day!
Now I'm waiting for the city inspector to call back and hoping I get as much time to address the grievance as, say, the operators of the meth house did across the street. They got a couple years; I just need some months.
I also need something good to happen soon.
So I'm a bit stressed out. Then yesterday I go home to find two nuisance notices stapled to the rail of Construction Headquarters. For having tall grass (excuse me, but some of that is Brussels sprout _forest_) and, get this, "rat harborage." I decide to go to work on the trim anyway, because I have to, and experience one of my most spectacular paint spills ever, all over the new marmoleum. What a beautiful day!
Now I'm waiting for the city inspector to call back and hoping I get as much time to address the grievance as, say, the operators of the meth house did across the street. They got a couple years; I just need some months.
I also need something good to happen soon.
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