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Post by Spock on Jun 25, 2016 0:27:47 GMT -6
I've worked with electronics for a good portion of my life. Usually electronics will not give the same jolt that even a simple 110 house line will since they are usually actually DC circuits with a step down transformer and rectifier from house current to DC. Even that can be dangerous though. I remember a quick memory guide from school: 1 volt at 1 amp for 1 second will kill. The only reason more people aren't killed is because the time they are actually across the circuit is usually measured in hundredths or even thousandths of a second and their natural bodily resistance (anywhere from 1 to 2 million ohms) and lack of a good ground keep the current low. Stand in water or be hot and sweaty and there goes one protection. I still remember one time when I was working in an Aircraft Intermediate Maintenance Depot. I was at a bench innocently working on a TACAN transceiver when there was a lightning strike on the next bench over! The tech there was working on a SONAR transmitter and had dropped his screw driver. He tried to grab it but failed and that's the only thing that saved his life. The screw driver had started out life as about a 12" #2 Phillips head but ended up about 1/2" long with a melted handle. The equipment it had been dropped into had a cover with the warning, "20,000 volts, unlimited current". When the cover was removed all you could see on top were row upon row of shiny, silvery, power transistors about 3/4" in diameter. Afterwards, everything was blackened with portions actually melted. The tech was literally blown across the aisle (about 6 or 7 feet) onto the bench across from him and behind me. He was quickly hauled off to the hospital and I heard he survived but I never saw him in the shop again.
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Post by Phalon on Jun 26, 2016 7:05:22 GMT -6
True Freak-Accident Stranger-than-Fiction It-Could-Only-Happen-to-Hubs Story: Hubs was doing relief duty in St. Louis one summer. He was sitting at a stoplight with his window rolled down, and his elbow resting on the frame during what I've always called an electrical storm - the kind of 'storm' that happens when it's really humid, and there's lots of thunder and lightning, but no rain. In the lane next to him was a big container truck. Next thing he knows is he's coming out of a 'white-out' with car horns blaring because the light has turned green. The closest thing he can piece together is that lightening struck the metal container, ricocheted off it, and came through the window, striking his shoulder. His shirt had a big hole in it, his shoulder had a burn the size of a saucer, his arm was numb and fingers tingly for two days. Otherwise, he was fine....or as fine as Hubs can be.
If it was a claw-foot tub, I'd have it re-glazed and keep it in the bathroom. I'd also have it re-glazed if a tub enclosure could be built around it, because I want wall cabinets installed next to it. The foot end of the tub though is finished (don't know if I'm describing this right - the shower rod is a wrap around curved piece because the tub is open from both the front and the foot); it can't be enclosed without the possibility of leakage. It's just an old ugly hunk of metal with most of the enamel worn off inside. Using it, or any tub for that matter, as a flower bed would be tacky in my opinion.
Our first floor bathroom is a full bath so no worries there. If everything else goes according to my plans, which have worked out beautifully thus far (extreme sarcasm), we will still have access to the upstairs even though the staircase will have no walls or ceiling. BP's room isn't being touched except to replace the inner pane of a double-paned small diamond shaped window which was broken out of as the result of a sleep-over jumping-on-the-bed incident a few years ago; she'll sleep there. Nothing is being done to LX's room either. She's planning on coming home this coming weekend, and the Boyfriend is coming from Indiana; they'll both load up their vehicles with her remaining furniture to take to her apartment. We'll move the two dressers that are in the bathroom into BP's room; the reason we have two dressers in the bathroom is because we have no cabinets in the bathroom, which is why I want some built. LX's bedroom furniture she's not taking (a shelving unit and dresser) will be stored in the basement, and we'll squeeze our bedroom furniture and bed into her tiny bedroom and sleep there. Rolled towels jammed up against the bottoms of the doors should keep (most of) the dust out. The garage is currently housing the big pieces of living room furniture - except the upholstered furniture because contractors advised against storing anything upholstered anywhere but inside the house due to the possibility of critters moving in. Hopefully....hopefully we'll be able to get the downstairs back in order once they finish the living room, and the disarray will be contained to the upstairs. Once that's done, any furniture that won't fit into LX's bedroom can be stored in the garage.
That's my plan anyway.
No, I'm completely serious - I am the calm one; anyone who knows the both of us will attest to it. I may very well be the most disorganized and procrastinating fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants person you'll ever meet. My thoughts are extremely organized though; my boss told me just yesterday, 'the amount of information you have stored in your head is amazing'. I've worked with the public for nearly thirty years; I know how to deal with people, and get my point across without coming off sounding like a total b!tch, but not sugary sweet either. Case in point was Friday - I didn't like something the Man Boss was implying to the point that I was very p!ssed at him, and instead of flying off the handle (like Hubs would have done), I argued my point very clearly, explaining why I was angry, what I thought the solution should be, how I was going to handle it - I've worked there for 16 years, and do not need to be micro-managed by someone who, although he signs my paychecks, is not in my department, and knows little of all my job entails. Both my co-workers who happened to be in the office "took note of my assertiveness and how calmly I handled the situation"; we're all in this together. Being a Mom, of course, has developed a highly skilled sense of flexibility - nothing ever goes according to your plans when you have kids; their needs always come first.
All of this combined translates into having to be calm in the middle of chaos. Hubs is the complete opposite - he is extremely organized, plans everything, and doesn't like last minute changes to the point of being rather inflexible at times. Thusly, when things don't go according to plan, he gets frustrated. Our personalities don't sound like they would, but mesh well together - we actually make quite a good team. He helps keep things organized, and I help keep him calm when nothing seems to be able to be organized.
HA! That'd be too funny, but I could never do that to anyone....except LX. And what if it shifted somehow within the walls? With my luck, it'd shift just enough to have something press on the 'giggle button', and then I'd have to listen to a perpetual creepy-@ss laugh until it drove me insane enough to take a sledge-hammer to my newly constructed room!!! Not to mention LX threw it in the dumpster at the apartments...it was creeping her out too much to have it in her room!
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Post by stepper on Jun 26, 2016 21:55:55 GMT -6
That certainly has all the earmarks of a strike, or being in the approximate strike area. It's closer than I've been. I was delivering news papers when I was young and a bolt grounded out on a sewer cap in the street behind me. I wasn't knocked down or out, but it was a close as I ever want to get. The burn on his shoulder is especially telling - sounds like he was hit or he wouldn't have the bruising. That's what I was picturing. From your description it sounds like making anything from it would be overly tedious - too bad too. You could have had some fun with it - Halloween - skeleton taking a bath in some kind of red water - something. But if all it's good for is scrap, perhaps you can take it to a scrap metal place - it might be worth something just for the metal. I know they prefer copper but you never can tell. I am oh so familiar with that! My plan was to have a three day weekend THIS weekend. So of course, I spent several hours at work both Saturday and Sunday fixing things that went wrong because I wasn't there Friday. Allow me to suggest you use the mauve, bitter lime, camel, persimmon, piggy pink, plum, and prune towels as they have, in my experience, the best dust and crap stopping fuzzies. Also, they hate themselves and would appreciate an opportunity to meet up with some Clorox. And a darned good one too! I can hardly wait for the surprises. Okay, if you insist, I'll go with that. That's quite a skill. Or course, there's a lot to be said for the total b!tch too. Either you were especially eloquent, or he realizes he needs you more than he needs to assuage his ego for being publicly pulled short. A mans ego doesn't take well to public chastisement. For the sake of love we do many things, endure many things. Based on what I get from your posts, you have no shortage. I'm not completely inflexible but I'm not fond of having things go awry. I find what really sets me off is when I'm immersed in something requiring concentration (like writing a routine) and being repeatedly interrupted because someone believes what they are doing is more important. One guy I work with has absolutely no patience with the PC at work - when something happens other than instant response to what he's trying to do he gets, shall we say, verbal. As if that kind of language is going to make the computer work better. He's lucky to have you Phalon - those of us who are subject to self induced stress have heart problems as often as not. Somehow I find that funny all by itself. But your comment about the 'giggle button' is a real possibility. I have a couple mice that belonged, of course, to our less than world class mousers. These things have a squeaker in them and once set off, they can make a high pitched squeak for a very long time and require being shaken or otherwise appeased. You'd need to pull the noise maker before entombing it in the walls. Even if you don't do it, you can tell LX that you did and it's in her room. That's priceless! Tell her dolls like that one are related to Chucky - they keep coming back.
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Post by Phalon on Jun 27, 2016 6:34:15 GMT -6
Personally, I think that's a load of bullsh!t. No employee, male or female, should have to cater to a male's ego. Pfft!
Not to mention the employees in attendance (we all actually got a break that day) were lumped together in his latest attempt at sticking his nose into how retail should be run, but no one was going to say anything. Seriously, even the Lady Boss (his wife) who runs the retail part of the business is always "Whatever keeps David happy...because when David's unhappy, everyone's unhappy." To me, that is totally weird...and unacceptable; I've always spoken my mind with him, and will continue to do so, regardless of how it affects his male ego.
Later Taters. I'm off to the masses. Or is it the races? The race to attend to the masses?
Whatever. Time for work. Enjoy the day.
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Post by stepper on Jun 27, 2016 18:34:37 GMT -6
Okay, let me say up front that we are not going to agree here.
There's that vinegar you're mother was talking about. I wasn't suggesting that you cater - say whatever you are comfortable saying - but keep it private if you're are seriously disagreeing.
“Praise in public and criticize in private” is a golden rule of business and social etiquette. Except for protecting life and limb oh calm one, chastise privately.
Constructive criticism is one thing but regardless of how it affects his male ego is totally the other. (I get a sense of something more personal happening here.)
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Post by Phalon on Jun 27, 2016 23:35:51 GMT -6
No, not at all. He and his wife are very nice people, and wonderful to work for (despite the fact that we're all overworked and underpaid which is an across the board bone of contention especially this year because we've all been swamped without any breathers). I disagree with him a lot, most of the time in a joking manner, but when my responsibilities are directly affected in a way that whatever it is he's telling me to do hinders my ability to perform my job, I let him know that his requests/ideas/demands are unrealistic. It'd be like a different department head who knows little of what your job entails, what your workload is, or even all your department does, coming into your department and attempting to micro-manage, along with assigning you work from his department which impedes the work you're trying to accomplish.
I suggested to him earlier that he spend a Saturday working retail when both parking lots full, cars parked alongside the road, and customers crawling all over the place - just to get a feel of what it's like to work the garden center. He thought I was joking. When I said no, I was serious, he emphatically declined...and his unrealistic idea du jour was dropped and never brought up again.
This wasn't public criticism - but because his latest attempt at managing retail affects all of retail and just not me, there was nothing wrong in my opinion, with disagreeing with him and presenting a solution with my co-workers present - as I mentioned we are all in this together, and no one else was speaking up (but instead were b!tching and grumbling out of his earshot), so I felt the need to be the spokesperson.
I think I may have taken what you said possibility not in a way you meant it to sound...
That sounded to me when I read it this morning like an incredibly sexist statement, and I realize you probably did not mean it that way. At least I hope you didn't.
Urgh...speaking of work, lookit the time! It's after 1:30am. I should try to go to bed, or I'm going to be dragging butt tomorrow afternoon, but darn it, I fell asleep after dinner, and am now wide awake! I hate when that happens.
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Post by Phalon on Jun 28, 2016 4:29:06 GMT -6
Since we're speaking about bosses and not agreeing with them, I got a text from Crazy Cheryl this morning that almost made me spit out my first swig of coffee, laughing...
"Regional District Manager is being an @ss. I killed your chickens instead."
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Post by stepper on Jun 28, 2016 19:57:29 GMT -6
Okay, I'll let it go then. Obviously he doesn't do this, but I'd be unhappy with him. I expect supervisors to be willing to get in the deep end of the pool. You can't make good decisions without personal observations - especially of the busiest times. That's the days he should be working - leave the off days (and defer management) for the slower days. Then I misunderstood what you were saying. No honey child, don't you worry your pretty little head about that none.
Now THAT was sexist, but OMG! Even after as long as we've been chatting?? Really??
Ditto - I've done it a couple times recently. Trying to go to sleep at 0130 when you get up at 0430 is no fun at all. And inevitably part of the problem is that my mind won't shut up - it flits from one thing to another - then I start talking to myself and the conversation is not exactly intelligent.
Okay, I'll let it go then. Obviously he doesn't do this, but I'd be unhappy with him. I expect supervisors to be willing to get in the deep end of the pool. You can't make good decisions without personal observations - especially of the busiest times. That's the days he should be working - leave the off days (and defer management) for the slower days. Then I misunderstood what you were saying. No honey child, don't you worry your pretty little head about that none.
Now THAT was sexist, but OMG! Even after as long as we've been chatting?? Really??
Ditto - I've done it a couple times recently. Trying to go to sleep at 0130 when you get up at 0430 is no fun at all. And inevitably part of the problem is that my mind won't shut up - it flits from one thing to another - then I start talking to myself and the conversation is not exactly intelligent.
Did she wring their necks?
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Post by Phalon on Jun 28, 2016 21:13:46 GMT -6
They are both very hands on owners. His wife runs the retail part of the nursery, and is right along side us, getting down and dirty (and is there doing it seven days a week). He runs the landscape half, and is working right alongside the crews. The issue is when he gets a wild hair, and decides he's got to have a say in retail (he is an owner after-all), but knows little about how retail works.
Maybe we have different ideas about what is considered "public"? I take it to mean in front of the general public (customers). In a room with my co-workers, and Boss Lady, I don't consider public.
Really. Listen to how it sounds put into a conversation. Ooooo, like a story. No, no - two stories since yours was an either/or statement. It'll be fun (I just got back from an overly long seminar, had a maybe a bit too much coffee - because it was an incredibily long seminar - and am in a chatty mood). I promise not to put any words into the words you wrote except to flesh out the story.
We'll call the female employee Jane, and the male boss D!ck, because it fits well with Jane, and if the name fits, use it.
The Stories of D!ck and Jane and the Male Ego.
Story #1: Either You Were Especially Eloquent...
"Well, Jane. A man's ego doesn't take well to public chastisement, but you expressed yourself in such an eloquent manner I didn't even notice."
"Yes, D!ck, it has nothing to do with the fact that I would never publicly chastise anyone, but I instead tread lightly so not to stomp on your delicate male ego." <eye-roll>
Story #2: He Realizes He Needs Your More...
"Well, Jane. My male ego is bruised. It's a good thing for you that I and my male ego deem you worthy enough to keep around."
<long pause from Jane with narrowed eyes> "You are such a D!ck."
HA! I crack myself up sometimes.
I didn't ask the kill method. I was picturing an ax, though.
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Post by stepper on Jun 29, 2016 19:24:06 GMT -6
We certainly do. Maybe you thought of this in the same terms as having a private family meeting? You said before something like "we're all in this together".
Story #1 Jane, I want to thank you for being so critical of my plans and announcing your obviously superior ideas in front of the retail crew. Your tone and attitude was quite convincing.
Story # 2 (the next day) Jane, I’ve considered your ideas. We’re going to miss you. (Yep, I’m such a D!ck.)
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Post by Phalon on Jun 30, 2016 6:04:30 GMT -6
That's exactly how it is - we are all like family. He told me the day before yesterday that I was like his second wife, because he is nagged at every turn - which isn't offensive because <shrugs> it's true.
So. A male ego is such a fragile and/or volatile thing that any disagreement with the ego's owner must be suppressed, even at the cost of the general well-being of employees and business? This would be different if the male ego wasn't involved how? What if the scenario involved two females? Or if the employer was female and the employee was male? Two males? Or would then the egos neutralize and the guys would slap each other on the back, and call it good?
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Picked up my chickens from Crazy's Cheryl's yesterday evening on my way home from work. Found her out working in her garden - way out past some contraption made from a tall saw-horse and traffic cones - her "chicken killing station". What's that old saying - Hell hath no fury like a p!ssed off woman with a flock of chickens and a chicken killing station.
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Post by stepper on Jun 30, 2016 19:18:43 GMT -6
No, of course not. (Okay, mostly not.) Substitute 'boss' for 'male' and the response changes to "entirely possible". The problem is that the answer is situational - the volatility of the response depends on the specifics. Let's say you're in the navy piloting a small craft somewhere and due to incompetence you find you are being approached by unfriendlies. You are given an order to gun the engines but instead, for whatever reason, you chose to kill the engines; then yes, you're fired. Or instead, you are a sexer in a hatchery but find yourself unable to kill the males off (because all fluffy little yellow chicks are adorable.) Telling the boss no, you can't do that, is most likely to result in someone else getting that particular duty as opposed to you finding yourself unemployed.
That sounds right.
You know, I can't say that there's an equivalent saying pertaining to men. Just saying.
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Post by Spock on Jun 30, 2016 20:08:26 GMT -6
May as well quit now step, even when/if you're right, you're wrong. Just stop digging and accept it.
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Post by Phalon on Jul 1, 2016 6:02:35 GMT -6
Exactly!!! OMG, Step - that's the entire point I was trying to make! Take a completely non-gender disagreement between and female employee and a male employer, add in the qualifier "male ego" when referring to the boss, and the statement you made might be construed as a sexist one.
And for the record, I never thought, and do not think you are a sexist. If anyone ever thought so, this would clear up any misconceptions...
That made me laugh - it sounds like something a 97-year old grandma from the Deep South during the 1940s might have said, and not a sexist comment a man in this decade might consider uttering.
Have you forgotten your Shakespeare? "A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows to stay away from Crazy Cheryl's chicken killing station when she's p!ssed."
You crack me up, Spock. Devil's Advocate? Perhaps just a teeny-tiny bit? It's rare that you acknowledge anything I post, but you made nearly the same statement addressed to Stepper when he and I were discussing, I think, pesticide use. Pretty much the same response from me as I made then. A discussion is not necessarily a disagreement; a disagreement does not have to be an argument, and if there is no argument, there is no reason to accept being right or wrong.
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Post by stepper on Jul 1, 2016 18:39:51 GMT -6
You know how it is Spock; you can either be right, or you can be happy.
(But snicker snicker - watch this...)
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So after all these posts, it took a man to clearly articulate your concerns for you. Glad I was able to help you out there.
The jury is still out on that one. My friends at work call me 'Ogy' - it's short for misogynist. I'm sure it's a term of affection but still, I should look it up some day.
Allow me to point out that this warning applies to men and women. And you are the one who got close to that contraption. I know better than to get too close to a p1ssed off woman who's busily separating the heads of living things from their bodies.
BTW: did she pluck them clean for you too?
Any married man should learn to forget his "mistakes" - no use in two people always remembering the same thing.
A woman has the last word in any argument. Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.
Sometimes t-shirt humor is just too funny! One more because this one always makes me laugh.
A man has six items in his bathroom - a toothbrush, shaving cream, razor, toilet paper, a bar of soap, and a towel from the Holiday Inn. The average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 437. A man would not be able to identify most of these items.
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Post by Phalon on Jul 1, 2016 23:12:01 GMT -6
Or a stubborn man only accepts ideas that he thinks are his own.
Not a nickname to be proud of. I guess I may have misunderstood you again.
<shrugs> She wasn't p!ssed at me.
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Post by stepper on Jul 2, 2016 14:38:00 GMT -6
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Post by stepper on Jul 2, 2016 17:17:55 GMT -6
You might remember that a few years ago I was talking about Munchkin – he was one of three litter mates I was feeding. He unexpectedly disappeared, and within a few days so did both of his litter mates (Twin and BC - Baby Calico). They were gone about a year when one day I saw a cat across the street. It ran from me but it sure looked like a grown up Munchkin. A few weeks later there was Twin and he was dining at Casa Step – followed some days later by Munchkin. It’s been fun having them come back even if they’ve learned not to trust people. They got to the point where they’d at least let me be on the porch while they ate dinner – if they were hungry enough. And, they seemed to be spending some time together again.
Today my neighbor found Munchkin in his driveway between their vehicles, just laying there. We have no idea why he died – there’s no sign of trauma, no blood, no indication of anything bad happening. Like he laid down there and now he’s just, gone. My first thought was that somebody intentionally left out some anti-freeze or something. He was a young healthy cat (so far as we know) so there’s no reason for him to be gone. Maybe he had some physical problem we didn’t know about - we couldn’t take him to a vet – but where Twin is on the skinny side in spite of having access to unlimited food supplies, Munchkin seemed fit.
He wasn’t “mine”, but I miss him anyway.
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Post by Mini Mia on Jul 2, 2016 18:50:32 GMT -6
It's always sad to see a dead animal. I found a dead newborn kitten on my back porch. It's one less mouth to feed, but it still saddened me. I'd prefer they died out of my sight.
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Post by stepper on Jul 3, 2016 10:03:12 GMT -6
I hate when they die off like this.
Twin was out front waiting for me this morning, telling me he's hungry - and there were no other cats around. (Munchkin used to appear within a few minutes of Twin. And there were usually two or three cats out back waiting off in the side yard.) I saw one last evening on the hot tub cover, but a couple neighbors got dogs recently and just like that - the majority of cats have scattered. Even Baby Fluffers who has four babies of her own to feed has been gone for days. I'll keep the food going for a few days, but if the back yard kitties don't show up again soon I'll cut it down to just feeding Twin.
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Post by Spock on Jul 3, 2016 23:10:41 GMT -6
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Post by stepper on Jul 4, 2016 11:55:19 GMT -6
That's what happened when Munchkin disappeared. Except it wasn't cold. He liked getting into the engine compartment and I had to make sure he was gone before I left for work. I think he was eating breakfast that last time I saw him.
I found out after he showed up again that he'd ventured across the street and over a house; then he climbed into the engine compartment of a truck. The guy drove to work and when he got out he heard Munchkin crying. He called his wife to come get him and they had him inside all that time. But, they didn't intend to keep him - they just took care of him until he got what they considered big enough and then they let him do whatever he wanted. Turned out what he wanted (mostly) was life outdoors. But, it seemed to me that he still spent quite a lot of time over there.
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Post by Phalon on Sept 3, 2016 5:03:49 GMT -6
Labor Day Weekend - when they estimated the house renovations would be done.
Bwwwah-ha-ha-ha-ha! HA! <------insane laughter.
Not even close.
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Post by stepper on Sept 3, 2016 12:51:55 GMT -6
I'd think it'd be more than insane laughter after having your house dorked up this long. What the new semi-estimation completion date? Are you going to have to include these guys on your Christmas list?
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Post by Mini Mia on Sept 3, 2016 19:03:46 GMT -6
So sorry to hear that. I hope it won't be too much longer. Was that an explosion I just heard/felt? Guess your head exploded from all that laughter.
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Post by Phalon on Sept 3, 2016 23:06:56 GMT -6
I don't know when they'll be done, but they made a ton of progress this past week. The drywall is done, mudded, sanded, and primed. Everyone is happy about that, especially the crew - it was a tedious job from bringing pallets of it in on a crane through BP's window, to dealing with all the angled ceilings, to the curved area over the dormers. I was especially happy they kept the curve; I didn't know drywall even could be curved! (I figured they'd just make it straight angles.) Like BP says, "The upstairs looks like a real house again, and not the creepy house in "The Conjuring".
They also tiled the shower enclosure last week. After helping Hubs get in and out of a tub when his ankle was broke, I decided having a walk in shower might be a good idea since we are getting older. Nobody in the house takes a bath anyway, and on the off chance someone will want to soak, the first floor bathroom has a tub. I went with a four-foot long shower stall (the length of a standard tub) so there's plenty of room, and did subway tile on the walls. Love it.
They guys hopefully won't be around during Christmas, but we do plan on throwing a big backyard cookout for everyone when they're done. They're doing a wonderful job, and though it seems like we've been under construction for forever, we couldn't be happier with the work.
Either that, or it was my 'Getting Things Back To Normal Soon' bubble bursting. Probably both.
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Post by Mini Mia on Sept 3, 2016 23:27:50 GMT -6
I'm sure you'll be relieved when it's all done. Especially BP, with her going back to school and all.
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Post by Phalon on Sept 3, 2016 23:42:34 GMT -6
School starting...it's going to be tough with all of us trying to get ready with only one bathroom!
BP is especially relieved the drywall is up, btw. She was convinced "something was released" when they ripped out the plastic and lathe. Have to admit (even Hubs), there was some weird sh!t going on here for a bit.
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Post by Mini Mia on Sept 4, 2016 0:04:57 GMT -6
Hopefully it got walled back up.
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Post by Phalon on Sept 4, 2016 6:38:59 GMT -6
I was hoping more that "it" flew out the window or walked out the front door!
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