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Whimper. I'm in hell...oh, wait, this is just my house.
The laptop's not set up. I've borrowed Scott's desktop (the keyboard of my desktop being buried under a welter of crap) to write this, because I don't feel like setting up the laptop to write a single post.
I think I may go insane. I'm sure I want to go out, and will do so in a moment. Tonight may be a hotel night.
You see, they've masked off the house for painting. Including plastic over everything. Which means no AC. Which I knew would happen, but, it's hotter'n predicted (a tiny bit). Ugh. And to add insult to injury, I mean they masked off everything. When I pulled up, they had a ladder across the driveway (not set up - laid out, blocking it). Thing one, I asked them to do the front in the morning (when it's in the shade anyway) so I would be able to park when I got home. I hate parallel parking. They agreed. I told them I get off work between 4 and 6. At 5 I get home and there's this ladder. So I parallel park (and hey, I'm well-parked, but I scraped the tire a bit doing it). Then I say, "This will be interesting."
The guy out front with his crap says "What?" and I say "Well, I do want to get in."
At which point he goes, "Oh, you only have the one door, don't you?" Yes. the one you have covered in plastic. Ninny. Good thing I had the garage door opener with me, and good thing you hadn't somehow kept me from getting to the damned garage door, but I am not amused. So I have crept into my house via the garage door, deposited the groceries in the fridge, and now I shall collect my camera and a few things to do and go back out. It's hot and stifly in here and I'm very annoyed at the painters.
I think I may go insane. I'm sure I want to go out, and will do so in a moment. Tonight may be a hotel night.
You see, they've masked off the house for painting. Including plastic over everything. Which means no AC. Which I knew would happen, but, it's hotter'n predicted (a tiny bit). Ugh. And to add insult to injury, I mean they masked off everything. When I pulled up, they had a ladder across the driveway (not set up - laid out, blocking it). Thing one, I asked them to do the front in the morning (when it's in the shade anyway) so I would be able to park when I got home. I hate parallel parking. They agreed. I told them I get off work between 4 and 6. At 5 I get home and there's this ladder. So I parallel park (and hey, I'm well-parked, but I scraped the tire a bit doing it). Then I say, "This will be interesting."
The guy out front with his crap says "What?" and I say "Well, I do want to get in."
At which point he goes, "Oh, you only have the one door, don't you?" Yes. the one you have covered in plastic. Ninny. Good thing I had the garage door opener with me, and good thing you hadn't somehow kept me from getting to the damned garage door, but I am not amused. So I have crept into my house via the garage door, deposited the groceries in the fridge, and now I shall collect my camera and a few things to do and go back out. It's hot and stifly in here and I'm very annoyed at the painters.
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Our cats, however, were almost as miffed as you.
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I'm mostly pissy because I discussed access with them and was assured that they would not do work in front in the late afternoon/evening, so that I could, indeed, park.
If I'd gotten home a half hour after, I'd have been SCREWED, since once they started painting the garage door there would have been no access, and I had refrigerator-needing groceries with me. Grrrr. So I packed those in, posted this rant, and fled.
Three hours later, the door is accessible again, the guy in charge of the process has given a half-hearted apology, and almost-three-sides of the house are painted. And they'll be done with the masking-off of windows tonight and will take it down, so by about 9 or 10 I'll have AC. Which means I won't need a hotel.
They live. But I'm grouchy.
On the other hand, Scott got me 'net downstairs, and the tornado fan. It was so hot in the computer room when I made the initial post, I was seeing spots at the very end of it and Scott's computer locked up when I signed off it.
This is a lot better, overall.