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Painting is hard work!
Dec. 6th, 2000 03:09 pmThere was a time when I earned my bread with a roller and a paintbrush. Me and a bunch of other college misfits signed on to repaint dorm rooms during the summer up in New York and we not only learned a thing or two about slapping a coat of latex on a vertical surface, but also quite a bit about our fellow (theoretically, "civilized") students.
But that's the past, and this is now.
After today's shift (which was pretty murderous, since everyone wanted to talk to everyone else, and there are only so many interpreters to go around), I had to take a short nap, after which Galina and I went over to the Pearland house to begin painting the place.
For some reason, Galina is addicted to buying the absolute cheapest equipment to be found, which generally means it gives out somewhere about one-quarter of the way through the job, and is a pain in the butt to work with all through the process. Painting may look like an easy-going, sedentary occupation, but - if you do the job right - it involves a lot of stretching and bending (and even more of the same if you're using fifth-rate tools).
My brain is currently receiving formal complaints from a number of muscles that, until about two hours ago, had led fairly comfortable lives. Each of them is announcing that - over the next couple of days or so - they are going to engage in a "job action" protest (specific "actions" are, as they say at NASA, TBD - to be determined).
While I pass the time, the laptop is busy sucking down 15 updates to the McAffee virus software that came installed on the machine, and I finished downloading the latest Windows Me upgrade a little while ago. That should make me good for, let's see now, a week at least.
There is a television on the wall facing where I sit in the back room during a shift. It appears to be permanently tuned to CNN. I must say, I am absolutely flabbergasted that anyone can stomach talking about, listening to, considering the merits of, or merely do anything that is connected with the hullabaloo in Florida on a day-in, day-out basis. I have had enough news about this voting idiocy to last quite a long time. I will be really happy when this tempest - which really belongs in a thimble and not on the national scene for so long - dies down.
In other news, the undocking has been rescheduled for Saturday, which means that I get to work another shift, from Friday night until Saturday ("Yay!" says my checking account). Of course, it also means I'll have to work another shift, from Friday night until Saturday ("Boo!" says the sleep center in my brain). Hopefully, I'll be assigned to day shifts for a while after this.
Cheers...
But that's the past, and this is now.
After today's shift (which was pretty murderous, since everyone wanted to talk to everyone else, and there are only so many interpreters to go around), I had to take a short nap, after which Galina and I went over to the Pearland house to begin painting the place.
For some reason, Galina is addicted to buying the absolute cheapest equipment to be found, which generally means it gives out somewhere about one-quarter of the way through the job, and is a pain in the butt to work with all through the process. Painting may look like an easy-going, sedentary occupation, but - if you do the job right - it involves a lot of stretching and bending (and even more of the same if you're using fifth-rate tools).
My brain is currently receiving formal complaints from a number of muscles that, until about two hours ago, had led fairly comfortable lives. Each of them is announcing that - over the next couple of days or so - they are going to engage in a "job action" protest (specific "actions" are, as they say at NASA, TBD - to be determined).
While I pass the time, the laptop is busy sucking down 15 updates to the McAffee virus software that came installed on the machine, and I finished downloading the latest Windows Me upgrade a little while ago. That should make me good for, let's see now, a week at least.
There is a television on the wall facing where I sit in the back room during a shift. It appears to be permanently tuned to CNN. I must say, I am absolutely flabbergasted that anyone can stomach talking about, listening to, considering the merits of, or merely do anything that is connected with the hullabaloo in Florida on a day-in, day-out basis. I have had enough news about this voting idiocy to last quite a long time. I will be really happy when this tempest - which really belongs in a thimble and not on the national scene for so long - dies down.
In other news, the undocking has been rescheduled for Saturday, which means that I get to work another shift, from Friday night until Saturday ("Yay!" says my checking account). Of course, it also means I'll have to work another shift, from Friday night until Saturday ("Boo!" says the sleep center in my brain). Hopefully, I'll be assigned to day shifts for a while after this.
Cheers...
