A week or so went by and I hadn’t heard from my friend. She had quit the place where we worked, something about she didn’t get the supervisor position for the department, and had decided to go into her business full time, at least that was the rumor. I was still trying to figure out what I had done wrong. Granted, I tend to get obsessive/compulsive about things and maybe I had used too many nails. And when I’m asked about something that I can’t answer, I find the person who could answer it even if they are just right down the street. Maybe I should have called her instead of causing the owner a trip. I started to feel like a failure.
My friend finally called. She had a house to paint. It would be me and 2 other people. We were painting the kitchen, the dining room, the master bedroom and bath, the entry, up the stairs and the 2nd floor hallway. All the paint was there. She would stop by to see how we were doing. I showed up promptly at 8am, had a smoke outside while we discussed the game plan and went inside to start work. I went to my truck to dispose of my cigarette butt. “Where are you going?” she asked, pointing back to the house. “I’m ditching my butt in my ash tray!” I hollered back over my shoulder. “Jesus Christ, just throw the thing down on the drive way and get back here!” I didn’t listen. My smoking is MY nasty habit and I wasn’t about to litter these people’s driveway or yard with the remanants of MY nastiness. I walked up the driveway, past her and into the house. She muttered something to me about being a pansy. I laughed and told her blow it out her blow hole. I WAS KIDDING. She knew me well enough to know when I was kidding and when I wasn’t. She cut me a look that could’ve bored a hole through concrete.
The kitchen went off without a problem. One of my co-workers used a 1” artist brush to do the cut in at the top of the wall. Good! Someone who is as obsessive/cumplusive as I was! We got along great. The conversation was wonderful! Just enough chattering to help the day go by but not enough to keep me from losing focus on my work. Believe me, I love to have fun at work, but not at the cost of losing focus. I was rolling the dining room a deep wine color, satin finish. After working about one section of the wall I stepped back for observation. It wasn’t going on very smooth. I knew that satin and gloss finishes were tricky, especially the deep, rich tones, so I was concerned about some of the roller marks. I was making to back roll and maintain a wet edge, but it was still not looking right. I called my friend for a second opinion. She said to let it dry and see what happens. While its drying, going upstairs and start on the hall and call her back in an hour or so. At lunch she stopped by to have a gander. Much to my relief, the paint dried just fine and I was able to continue where I left off.
The entry was a nightmare! It was over 20 feet high with a decortive window up top, nearly big enough to stand in. I asked how we were supposed to cut in at the ceiling without being able to reach it by brush. She pulled out these square spone looking things, attached it to my pole, stood at the very top of the ladder and showed me how it was going to be done. I thought to myself, “You’ve GOT to be kidding me! That looks like crap!!” She smiled and handed the pole to me, “And that’s how it’s done, peckerhead.” I blinked a couple of times and said, “Wouldn’t be better to rent a scaffold? I mean, standing on top of that ladder isn’t the smartest thing to do. Besides, that ain’t gonna work inside that window”. She gave me a disgusted look, “You’re small enough. Get your ass inside the window and paint it from there.”
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