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Provided by the compucert I really don't identify with the masses who can't wait for the weekends. Weekends are a never ending torture for me. I work more, and harder, nearly every single weekend of the year.
That may be a function of being a home-owner. When you have a house there's never-ending stream of jobs and projects that need to be: started, worked on, or finished. I should count my lucky stars, at least I have a roof over my head, and I own it, it's not a rental or my folk's or inlaw's.
During this three day weekend I would've preferred to spend Saturday doing the work in the basement bathroom which has been the focus of most of my energies for months. If I was allowed more than about 3 hours per week on the job I could've gotten a lot more finished. Why I have to spend every weekend at the inlaw's is quite beyond me. In addition I get no assistance. I'm replacing walls. Painting. Next I get to replace the door and frame. Then the tiles. Then the toilet and tank. Then the sink. If all goes well the contractor should be back in town by then to put up the wainscot to finish off the room. I still want to install an exhaust fan in that room too. That'll be a chore, I'm sure.
When it isn't some sort of construction, it used to be t3h wag00n that was giving me grief. In another blog entry I'll discuss what happened to that situation.
But I think you get the idea. I dread Friday as I know that the next day will be nice and fresh for some new ass-breaking job. There's no such thing as a relaxing weekend in my household. Screw weekends. I can't wait for tax season so I can work 6 days a week again.
That may be a function of being a home-owner. When you have a house there's never-ending stream of jobs and projects that need to be: started, worked on, or finished. I should count my lucky stars, at least I have a roof over my head, and I own it, it's not a rental or my folk's or inlaw's.
During this three day weekend I would've preferred to spend Saturday doing the work in the basement bathroom which has been the focus of most of my energies for months. If I was allowed more than about 3 hours per week on the job I could've gotten a lot more finished. Why I have to spend every weekend at the inlaw's is quite beyond me. In addition I get no assistance. I'm replacing walls. Painting. Next I get to replace the door and frame. Then the tiles. Then the toilet and tank. Then the sink. If all goes well the contractor should be back in town by then to put up the wainscot to finish off the room. I still want to install an exhaust fan in that room too. That'll be a chore, I'm sure.
When it isn't some sort of construction, it used to be t3h wag00n that was giving me grief. In another blog entry I'll discuss what happened to that situation.
But I think you get the idea. I dread Friday as I know that the next day will be nice and fresh for some new ass-breaking job. There's no such thing as a relaxing weekend in my household. Screw weekends. I can't wait for tax season so I can work 6 days a week again.
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