Teh Squeaky Wheel
Monday mornin’ O grabbin’!
Moar floor later. Too tired to type.
Monday gaaaaaaaahreetings from Happy Larryville, GN!
Hiya, RabBeet! Hope you get enough rest for some floor-typing laterz. 😉
I got nothin’ else; buh.
Good morning, Gerbil Nation!
The weather has been cooling down nicely of late, which can mean only one thing -- today should be in the 90’s.
Like Fatwa, I’m anxiously awaiting the next installment of As the Floor Gets Laid.
Does that involve wood floors? Which get nailed?
Or, erm, stains, perhaps? 😉
Ha, that and more!
Before I start this edition, let me say that “Birthday Squad” cracked me & BW up.
Why not have a tv show like “Police Squad!”. Could be TSA or Homeland Goons doing stupid raids. Nevermind, the low info crowd wouldn’t get the joke. Probably think it is a documentary.
I just woke up from a much-needed too-short nap.
I may sound less coherent than usual…
Moar Floor Day 2, Wednesday.
We woke up to the sound of a tone & birds chirping. BW had set her phone alarm. Good thing, since we didn’t set the motel clock radio correctly. After drinking the meager envelopes of coffee, I went down to get a couple of cups & some mini Danish from the breakfast bar. BW got ready for work & off she went. I lolled around as close to checkout time as I could & was homeless again.
I killed time by eating at Waffle House & finishing a book in the quiet reading room at the library. Finally, I went home.
The Rabbit Hutch was a complete horrible mess! Dusty grit covered every thing. Even the potatoes on the counter were gritty. And what wasn’t covered by grit was covered by empty drink containers of all sizes & kinds. Fast food boxes, material wrappers ,etc.
But the living room floor was in & I could tell it was going to look great when they finished.
I immediately started cleaning up the kitchen dining room, washing & wiping everything off. I filled a trash bag with just the empty cans & stuff that I could grab.
The garage on my side was filled with all the boxes & closet stuff I moved out there. When I left on Tues., Nacho was filling BW’s side with tools & flooring boxes. Now it was half filled with the foam carpet pad & trash & supplies & equipment. A couple of neatly stacked sets of the hideous 1970 green vinyl tile squares. The pattern was something Wilma Flintstone would have liked. Our back patio was covered in sawdust & they had a couple of saws & other equipment out there. And more soft drink cups.
The wood floor was down in the living room & hall. The master bedroom still had carpet & all of the bedroom furniture from 2 rooms. The extra bedroom & computer room had concrete floors. Eddie “assured” me that the guys would be finished with at least one bedroom & we could sleep there . Then he left early to “pick up his daughter from school”. He told me to give the balance check to Nacho. When I hesitated, (thinking the job isn’t done & that was not our agreement) he must have mistaken that for reluctance. He said, “It’s ok, he’s my cousin.” Awkward.
I then started looking to book another night back at the Super 8. I knew there was no way it was going to work out. So I started our afternoon coffee & waited to BW to get home. It was awful sitting in the dining room with all that grit. I swept up what I could, but it needed mopping.
BW got home & we walked through the rooms & she realized that no matter how much Nacho & Barry worked, it was impossible to stay. Her chest of drawers was half in the doorway of the bathroom, making it unusable. The were blocking the closet door & we had to move them so I could get her some work clothes for the next day.
I called the vet to extend the boarding & then took extra food up there & petted Grace for a little while. She was doing ok, but we were missing her. BW & I missed out on getting our old room.But this was a better one, really. Smoking & two full beds. The bonus was a little fridge & microwave. This time I brought a box of coffee singles & some waterbottles. (the vending on our floor was out of water).
This was getting near the end of BW’s work week & she was bone tired. Neither of us wanted to go out to eat. So I drove out for a pound of sliced BBQ, cole slaw, potato salad & homemade yeast rolls. We ate in & put a wrap on Wednesday.
Moar of the Never-ending story later.
Thanks for all your slow-typing, RabBeet; I hope teh tale has a happy ending. (Nope, not impersonating Paddy; just really want your home to be nicer when this is all said and done.)
Will RabBiT survive the gritty, berry nachos and a bathroom blocked by BW’s drawers? Will the (coffee) singles scene be all she hoped for?
Stay tuned for the next episode of As the Floor Gets Laid.
Ha! to both of you!
The birds woke us up again & BW started getting ready for work. Luckily, I was able to make her a couple of sliced beef on a roll sandwiches, bottle of water, mini danish & a couple of “emergency snack sized Payday candy bars” for her lunch. She had been pouty the day before when she had to take an actual lunch break & go off airport for food. Well, that turned out to be a good thing. She was having a real Hell week there. She never goes out for lunch, she ‘d rather graze at her desk all day.
What does all this have to do with our floors? I don’t know. I’m just trying to describe things. And yes, I get it that working guys throw crap on the floor because they are working & will clean it up at the end of the day. I’m just not used to it being MY floor. lol
Once again I doze around until checkout time, leaving me homeless again. I go to a different Waffle House to eat & kill time. ( there are 3 WH in my local eating area). This one had a staff that looked like every country song ever recorded. Well, except for the Indian/Paki/whatever cook. He was funny playing the role of Mel for the Alice, Flo & Veras there. Hard roads, hard work, hard lines on tired faces but with genuine smiles .
This time, I skipped the library & headed home. The three amigos were hard at work & I was surprized to see the mess in the garage had not been hauled off yet. All of the carpet that had been removed was gone, but that big pile of foam padding was still there & the Flintstones pebble tiles & boxes & trash.
Eddie was playing loud music & talking & singing & really razzing Barry on every move that he made. I ignored it & stayed at the table. Oh, I messed the story up. Eddie again told me he was leaving to get his daughter & that Nacho would (again) set up a bed. This was the day he asked me to give Nacho the check.
So Eddie leaves & almost immediately Barry starts complaining to Nacho about how Eddie treated him. Nacho tells him not to take it and says if he was treated that way, he would quit. Barry gripes for awhile (as he is still working hard) and then he comes to me & tells me that he had been in the emergency room that morning because he had a bad ashma reaction to a medicine adjustment that morning. He said he had come to work late wearing 2 shirts because he was cold and that “I’m a sweater and I didn’t take my other shirt off for two hours until I started sweating.” I guess I have a face that makes people tell me things that I don’t want to hear.
Well, it was a humid day. They had the air cranked & a lot of windows open for fresh air. I had heard them all sneezing. Eddie had given him a hard time about being sick. So no big deal. Barry asked me if I would mind if he left early . I thought that was odd & he should have asked Eddie before he left. But I said “Sure, I don’t want you working sick, go get some rest & finish tomorrow.”
As Hillary would say, “What difference does it make?” I could see that more days were needed to finish. After he left, I started looking at motel rooms on the internet again & called the vet to extend Grace’s stay again. Nacho was working his butt off in the bedroom. He said he was going to stay until it was finished.
BW staggered in, exhausted & was upset that just Nacho was there & the place was still a mess. She got mad & said we were NOT going to spend another night away. Fortunately, Nacho did get the room together & put our bed up for us. The other bedroom was mostly done before Barry left & he had started on the computer room. Nacho’s daughter called & said her dog had birthed 7 puppies & six lived. As he was leaving, (around 7pm.)he asked for the check & I said I would give it to him the next day when they came back to finish. Originally, I had offered Eddie the full amount , but he turned it down & said he didn’t want the balance until “The floor is finished & you are fully satisfied”.
Before Nacho left, he brought all the patio tools & wood in the house because it was maybe going to rain. There was no room in the garage (due to their trash),so he had to put the stuff down on our NEW floor. Then he left to go to another job site. The next day, he said that he didn’t get off work until 11 that night. And his daughter’s dog had a total of thirteen puppies. Staffordshire Terriers & Pit mix. I looked at BW & said, “Don’t say a word. Don’t even THINK it.” Ha!
BW & I were too tired to eat anything but cereal & go to bed. At least she was off on Friday & Saturday. She took off Sunday to help get the house back together, too.
This was day 3 of the “3 day job” with no end in sight.
(Much like this story!)
Enjoying the story.