Excuse Me, but I Think I Deserve a Promotion
This is our current kitchen floor. It is primed. We are not supposed to walk on the "white parts." My request to install a wire and harness, so we can hoist ourselves throughout the house without stepping on the "white parts" has been denied. I need a promotion if I'm going to get this project request through.
Except I don't want to know what the next "level" is - after girlfriend, you get "promoted" to fiancee. After fiancee, you get "promoted" to wife. But what's next after wife? It's kind of a dead-end gig, if you ask me.
I'm not that bitter, but I sure would like this &^%$#@ project to be over! (Oh, and just so you don't feel too much pity, the new floor is SUPPOSED to be installed tomorrow. But we'll see.)
Except I don't want to know what the next "level" is - after girlfriend, you get "promoted" to fiancee. After fiancee, you get "promoted" to wife. But what's next after wife? It's kind of a dead-end gig, if you ask me.
I'm not that bitter, but I sure would like this &^%$#@ project to be over! (Oh, and just so you don't feel too much pity, the new floor is SUPPOSED to be installed tomorrow. But we'll see.)
posted by Teacher lady | 7:08 PM
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I do this kind of thing, so I'll let you in on a little trade secret. There is time that the rest of the world goes by and then there is remodel/building time in which you add three months and $10,000 and a bottle of Aleve for good measure. Or Dewars. Either one.
How about both together? Or is that dangerous?
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