The rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated. My apologies to the devoted hordes that awake daily hoping to find a new morsel of hope that my words provide. Devotees whom have been disappointed over the last few weeks. Well, maybe not hordes. Okay, it’s just one guy in Waxahachie, Texas. Luther, this is for you.
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I should have moved the desk. My body was strangely controted and crammed quite unnaturally between my tower and my printer on the lower shelf on my desk. I could feel the carpet burning its curly strands into the fleshy part of my knees. I craned my neck so as not to bump it on the underside of the desk. With the Index and middle fingers of my right hand, I searched the whole that I had just cut in the sheetrock. Still nothing. I knew the cable line had to be somewhere close to where I was probing, but I just could not find it. I started to perspire mildly as the chalky white dust particles of the freshly cut sheetrock wafted paste my face.
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This morning on my way in to work, I decided to pick up some fast food for breakfast. I made a quick right into the Burger King parking lot and proceeded to the drive through. After placing my order I followed the attendants instructions and pulled up to the second window to pay and get my greasy morning sustenance. The entire breakfast set me back $3.24, so I gave the pimple-faced order-taker a ten dollar bill. In return he gave me $6.26. Maybe you did not get that….he gave me $6.26 back in change. OK, so your quick math skills tell you that I was supposed to get back $6.76, meaning I was shorted a whopping (heh…whopper…whopping…no pun intended) ยข50.
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Well this weekend started out hopeful, but then I suppose most disasters are unexpected. Just when you think everything is going fine, you sit back relax and put it on cruise control then suddenly without warning, the wheels come off.
I left work friday afternoon looking forward to a long Labor Day weekend. The work ahead of me did not seem too overwhelming. As, planned I met Lupe, our general contractor. Lupe is a robust man of about 5′ 4″ in stature. His salt and pepper beard and frizzy hair make him look like a miniaturized Mexican Santa Clause. He comes off extremely likable as well. At our meeting I wrote him a check for half of the total bill, which would be used to pay for materials. He assured me that he would pick up the materials bright and early saturday morning and get started first thing Sunday. Inside the house Rob, our painter had tarps down in various rooms and had already began priming several of the walls. Yes,
I thought to myself. Everything seems to be going according to plan.