I was able to make it outside just after 12:30 today. I had somethings to work on plus my guard dog was sitting in the window watching me. Yeah, I guess now would be a good time to mention that I’m under house arrest for 30 days…and so far this has been the longest 15 days of my life. This past week flew by rather fast, now if I can get the next 2 weeks to zoom by, that would be perfect. It’s not like I’ve got people waiting for me to be done so we can party it up, or go nuts or any of that…there are some people I would love to see, but I guess only time will tell with that.
Today…sucked, and that’s putting it lightly. I had a million and one doors to stain and get ready for installation tomorrow, since I was confined to such a small space I began to get aggravated quickly. That’s not normal when I’m working on cabinets, I actually love doing it even though it would be nice if I were getting paid for busting my ass…but I’ve yet to see any profit from doing what I do. Why do I continue to do it? Well, I live with the devil and if I don’t do as I am told the gates of hell would bust open and I would be in some serious shit. It would have been great having some help, but my help today is 11 years old and found it to be fun to run off and leave me stranded. So, there I was filling up the spray gun, which is not an easy feat alone but I attempted to do it without any help and my stupidity paid off in the end. It’s a gravity feed gun, so the cup is on top of the gun, not that bottom. As I’m pouring the sealer in the gun it was like slow motion, the lid shot off of the can and there went all of the sealer…I ruined a pair of crock knock offs that I wear religiously, a pair of shorts and a roll of sanding pads. According to the one that intends on making my life a living hell, I did it on purpose because I didn’t want to be out there working. Well, I did not do it on purpose because I know first hand how expensive that crap is, but to be completely honest I did not want to be out there working. Who wants to waste time doing something that you’re not going to be paid for? I could have been sitting inside starting another book, or working through the G.E.D. book that I have. I did not want to make someone else’s money for them…it’s not fair to me but I surely wouldn’t waste materials, they cost too much.
So that put a damper on things for sure. It’s been nothing more than a constant bicker fest since. My head is pounding and my eyes hurt from crying so hard because the shit of it is, I realized today just how alone I really, really am.
