Aaaargh! The HAMMERING!
Remember how the local chapter of the FFA™ (Future FELONS of America) did this to our porch?
Well, yesterday and today, it was finally *fixed*.
I’m thinking about having some sort of betting pool contest where people can guess as to how long it will be before the FFA™ comes back and breaks it again.
You can see that this guy, who isn’t exactly Norm Abram, put these strips of wood at the tops and bottoms of the spindles, supposedly to reinforce them. But I would think that a good kick, or a hit with a baseball bat, would still break those skinny little spindles.
Stupid little punks…I hate them. They are why I’m always worrying about my packages and mail delivery and stuph…they will steal anything that isn’t nailed down, and pry up anything that is and steal it. They would steal the low vision aids from a blind person, and take the walker right out from under a little old lady. Not because they actually WANT any of this stuph; they just get off on taking things that aren’t theirs to take. And vandalizing things, obviously.
And they get away with it, because the cops can’t even be arsed to come when you call them, never mind arrest the little punks.
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Anyhoo, today’s hammering coudn’t have come at a worse time. Last night I had serious trouble sleeping, because I had stomach pains…it felt like some sort of a huge gas bubble. I drank some ginger ale and then forced myself to gack it up, that helped a little. But by the time I was able to start to get at least a little sleep, the DOG-damned hammering began.
The guy was here working on this project yesterday, too. This is yet another example of the incompetent, inefficient help that the landladies here like to hire. Why he had to be here over two days is beyond me…the whole shebang could have been done in just a couple of hours. It’s not as if he made the spindles or anything, like Norm would. They just bought them, probably the cheapest ones they could find, at Lowe’s or Home Depot. All the guy had to do was attach them; Mike could have done this himself within an hour. As for the wood strips, it ain’t rocket science to measure and cut, but this took the better part of the morning, all by itself. He put them on the other side of the porch, which you can’t see in the pictures. He didn’t have to replace those spindles, they weren’t broken.
Anyhoo, no sleep for me. I finally gave up, and got up. Now the guy is finally gone, looks like he’s done. I suppose someone will be coming by to paint; I hope they come while we’re away. I don’t feel like dealing with the damned noise. Okay, so painting is less noise, but all of these skeevy workmen make way too much noise. They also sit on the porch and smoke, which is probably a big part of why they take forever to get the work done. And then the stinky cigarette smell seeps into the house though the mail slot (which was also crappily installed by one of these guys). Then I have to bust my ass getting the smell out, before Mike comes home, smells it, and gets sick. He is severely allergic to cigarette smoke.
It will be nice to get out of here for a few days, that’s for sure!
