Worked until 10pm last night. There were painters in my building, painting walls. They were very nice and warned me not to bump into certain walls. This warning undoubtedly ensured my fate as to the streaks of paint on the sleeves of my shirt.
Something like that happens and your instinct is to be pissed off at someone. I laughed at myself for thinking that I should be mad at someone for painting in an office at 9pm and not only asking my permission to paint a door jamb, but again reminding me that it was wet before he left.
Heh, I'm a prick.
Back to the grill this afternoon. Solved some major crises this morning, now I'm chilling with Gregster at his office while he does, you know, important shit.
goochout.
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