TSCLT3.0: A Beast Unlike Any Known To Man . . .

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I'm pretty grateful just for being able to get up there as often as I do. There isn't much of the state I haven't been into at least once, but just the time of day can make each place a diifferent sight to behold. It's amazing what happens when things are viewed in a different light and I've been fortunate to have a lot of light in my life as well.:)



I would be, too, if I were you. Too many people take entirely too much for granted.


Even poor people in this country live better than kings did 200 years ago.


And they act like the world owes it to them, some of them.


Silly fuckers . . . .

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I would be, too, if I were you. Too many people take entirely too much for granted.


Even poor people in this country live better than kings did 200 years ago.


And they act like the world owes it to them, some of them.


Silly fuckers . . . .

That's for damn sure. The trouble with people today is they want what their parents and grandparents had but don't want to do what they had to do to get it.
 
That's for damn sure. The trouble with people today is they want what their parents and grandparents had but don't want to do what they had to do to get it.



Yep, pretty much. I gained a lot of wisdom without having to experience the inconvenience by listening to what the Great Depression survivors had to say about it. My low year was 2011, and I made it by the skin of my teeth, the help of their advice, and the will of Allah. OKay, maybe less so that one and moreso my right arm.


This damn job is hard to get on something and ride with it awhile because there are so many fires that keep cropping up, needing to be put out. I was repairing a gas range at 4PM, wondering where the fuck the day had gotten. I picked up the handrail sample, and I have to go door shopping in the morning.


I stopped and got some more Numbah Wun Fuckee for supper. The idea of cooking anything might make me kill something.


The air feels good tonight . . . .

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Yep, pretty much. I gained a lot of wisdom without having to experience the inconvenience by listening to what the Great Depression survivors had to say about it. My low year was 2011, and I made it by the skin of my teeth, the help of their advice, and the will of Allah. OKay, maybe less so that one and moreso my right arm.


This damn job is hard to get on something and ride with it awhile because there are so many fires that keep cropping up, needing to be put out. I was repairing a gas range at 4PM, wondering where the fuck the day had gotten. I picked up the handrail sample, and I have to go door shopping in the morning.


I stopped and got some more Numbah Wun Fuckee for supper. The idea of cooking anything might make me kill something.


The air feels good tonight . . . .

Today's my last day for a while. I'll spend it packing my truck and pretending I didn't forget anything. I'll run over to Costco this morning and top off my gas tank. 3:00 AM tomorrow I'll stop at our little store and pick up Ice and 40 ounces of coffee and be in the wind for Glacier. Meanwhile, I'll have a little fun here poking the left.:D
 
Yeah, I like that type of weasel. It/they make weasels worthwhile.


We got to stay late tonight so the PM could make all the office boards current to make the VP happy. I'm of the opinion that completed work in place will make him happier.


This job has so many clusterfuck possibilities.


But the weather seems finally to have improved and it looks to hold stready for several days. I might even get in some yardwork this weekend.

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I hate my alarm clock and the weasels that were supposed to be working here today have so far failed to show. Damn carpenters need to finish my basement.
 
Allah-damn right they do. Fucking fetid weasels!!!


Our weasel floor fucks left us holding our cocks on what turned into a late afternoon ginormmous clusterfuck. Property management hadn't told us that they had a move-in this afternoon and were we ready. Our floor fucks were supposed to finish getting it ready this morning, which would have been fine, except they bailed. After several frantic calls, another crew showed and did a fer-shit job to "get it ready." It's not.


Good thing they put these folks into a different apartment. Which was only slightly ahead. That needed final cleaning. It has some nasty crap on the bathroom floor. Oh yeah, and the a/c was acting up.


So now I know why the PM got his butt chewed, why the thinks-he's-Allah super got toothmarks on his, and why the other super and I got a pep talk on turning up the heat on this thing to get it the Hell off all our plates.

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Happy Friday, Allah be praised.


The housemate has the living room looking like it was remodeled by ISIS. Her shit is everywhere. It's because she's painting, you know. Of course, this project has been going on since she's been here. :rolleyes:


We have two kitchens that have fucked up range openings - too small. I have no idea how that happens. Ranges like that are 30" wide - always and forever. If the range opening isn't 30- 30.25", then it's fucked up, and you're not done until it's right. It's not negotiable. I guess that we'll try to get it sorted out today . . . after I go shopping for doors and such.


Job security!!!

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No carpenters until a week from Monday now, they are doing emergency repairs after a small house fire but the owner is giving me a 10% discount off the whole project (and it's in writing) for the delay so I'll wait.

I need a sunny weekend and some time off
 
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