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I suppose it was inevitable.

It's been more than six weeks in which I've had no living room furniture and have been camping out in a small area of my dining room with one chair, a side table and my laptop, while the living room is piled high with paint cans, dropsheets, a power saw, ladders and so on. All my books are packed away. My study is so full of stuff that I have trouble moving through it, but there are things I need (like my clothes) that are in there. It seems like I can't put anything down without a dropsheet being thrown over it.

Also I've had three consecutive very broken nights' sleep.

And the dogs have been a bit of a worry. Robinson has now decided to develop separation anxiety, and apparently barked so much on Monday that one of the neighbours complained. The two painters who have been working in my place have been very good and helpful and yesterday allowed him to hang out with them while they worked, and he was perfectly happy.

This morning, however, I was invaded by three painters - one I hadn't met before - the contractor and an impending electrician, who was going to need to work in the kitchen, where I had shut Robinson. The new painter was a woman with a butt crack and an attitude as long as your arm, who objected to Robinson sniffing her crotch. When I was asking them if the dogs were going to be okay with all those people, she declared loudly that she couldn't be responsible (which is a perfectly fair statement, to be honest, but it should have been obvious that I was trying to be accomodating, and I really didn't need the hostility).

I wish I was the kind of person who gets angry rather than upset. I would have liked to have said "This is MY fucking house; leave your fucking attitude at the door!" Instead, I had to go outside so they wouldn't see me in tears. My contractor, however, did see that I was upset, which was probably a good thing, because I think he's going to try a bit harder to get things done more quickly. I THINK it's only going to be one more week.

We'll see.

Meanwhile, to be safe, I'm going to have the dogs looked after again until the weekend, and bring them home again on Friday. They may have to go back again next week, but if the painters at least are finished there might be some space created where I can shut the dogs up while other work is being done.

I know it's going to be awesome when it's done. I just want it done soon, please.


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Aug. 18th, 2010 07:05 pm (UTC)
It'll be great when it's done! It'll be great when it's done!

Until then: gin. :)

I can come up with all kinds of reasons why a woman working in a traditionally male field would be really invested in not giving an inch for fear of someone taking a mile. That doesn't mean she wasn't a gigantic bitch, though.

I went over to someone's house last night wearing a skirt and their enormous Shepherd put his head up my skirt repeatedly. But I have a sense of humour and like dogs, so I thought it was hysterical rather than being offended. :)
Aug. 18th, 2010 07:16 pm (UTC)
Interestingly, the bitchy one was the _second_ woman of the three who've been working at my place. The one out of the original pair has been lovely - obviously very confident and secure about herself and chatty and outgoing. This one struck me as the kind of dyke who can be prickly around someone she perceives as a straight woman - I got that vibe from her as part of the attitude.

And who knows, maybe she has sexual issues in her past which make her more upset about a dog nudging her crotch...

But yeah, you know? It's my fucking house.

And, yeah. Gin :-) Tonight there will be gin.
Aug. 18th, 2010 08:42 pm (UTC)
I get upset instead of angry a lot too. I hope it finishes up speedily, and that your lovely new house doesn't need any more work for a long time to come...
Aug. 19th, 2010 12:28 am (UTC)
It probably says something about my own renovation angst that I'm looking forward to having the sort of renovation angst that you're having now...

And only 3 nights' broken sleep, and only 1 week before your house looks terrific. I really *am* full of envy :)

I hope you'll post pics of the cool new spaces when they're done.
Aug. 19th, 2010 08:28 am (UTC)
I get that - like someone expecting a baby (or childless...) might envy the 4-o'clock feedings and teething problems! And, underneath it all, I'm grateful for my thoughtful and generally pretty efficient contractor (he was very kind today, too, and ready to chew out the painter if I had asked, which I didn't).

There will be pics, I promise!
Aug. 19th, 2010 03:02 pm (UTC)
Usually I get angry, which isn't always helpful, but if I'm tired, stress makes me upset instead. Also, I've noticed that as I get older, I'm more likely to get upset rather than lose my temper with someone. Not sure whether this is good or bad. :(

I'm sure it will look great when it's all finished and then you'll be able to relax and enjoy it.
Aug. 19th, 2010 08:52 pm (UTC)
totally get all of this! *hugs* *sends gin*
Aug. 20th, 2010 02:02 am (UTC)
I get angry and *then* cry. He's a dog. That's how dogs greet people. He's *your* dog - she can go to...well you get the drift. Hug the dogs for me (even if Zoe doesn't want one!)
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