I came home from work exhausted as I my first half a day was in the field doing inspections.
I came in at noon to see if anyone had called because of one outstanding case.
I played a series of phone tag, finally establishing that this one place is not obeying the rules on purpose, with intent and malice.
I wrote up the complaint and the actions to be taken if they do not comply as required by 4:00pm om 4 March 2014.
Then I got home to nap, as mentally I was exhausted and my legs and knees were hurting to I lay on the bed. And my sciatica is back with a vengence.
D awakened me questioning plans for tonight, tomorrow and Sunday. She was complaining about a drip under a bathroom sink. I have to shut down the water to fix it. This was one of those jobs I wanted the plumbers to do, but she did not tell them. Then I get the lecture about the bathroom walls needing sanding. I jumped up and got right to it. After 45 minutes in the confined space with no ventilation and no mask I was unable to breathe. I went outside and coughted till I puked and tasted blood. I had a cup of coffee, tied a bandanna around my face and went back to sanding. She tells me she has a mask, but I tell her it will not seal with my beard. Now she has had a mask and my sander, but she leaves this to me and then acts concerned and worried? I think I got it finished, just a few areas to touch up.
I worked in a Harley t-shirt. I am slowly putting them into circulation, no use saving them as I ain't a biker, I am just a dumb ass'd wanna be, thats all I ever will be. I ain't planning on riding my bike no more, it can sit and rot for all I care.
Feeling really fucked up, dropped two Lorazepam, this will make my night go quickly and peacefully.
Good night all.
Oh yeah, I hate me again.
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