Oh well, that should give you a good idea of the environment that I grew up in. So after receiving my
Going from the middle of nowhere, to somewhere, and back to the middle of nowhere tends to put a shock in the system. I mean really, even after all this time being back in the midwest (6 years this October), it's a bit of a shock the way business is conducted around these parts.
|No STILL Not Me (7)|
So the son of the guy that handled the original install came out tonight to find out what we wanted so that he could work out a quote for us. As it turns out the son also does construction work and is able to do drywall install (8) for the walls. Win / Win In the end the REAL upside is that the husband him and I won't kill each other dealing with this project. (9)
So, if you have never lived in the middle of nowhere, here's how doing business tends to work.
- The son, JM, comes over, and we shoot the general shit, go downstairs and go through the things that we would like him to quote on.
- We shoot the shit, he asks us some questions and we answer them.
- Then we shoot the shit, and I think of a question that I had wanted to ask about.
- Shocker! We shoot the shit more, and then we go out to the garage to try and come up with a way to keep the mice from coming into my little closet I have in the basement, and we shoot the shit some more.
Well, you should get the drift. The key thing I forgot about doing business in the middle of nowhere...patience!!
I think the sum total time it took us to outline the things we wanted a quote on...10 minutes of give and take between the 3 of us. Total time it took him to spend here...about an hour. Total number of buckets of shit needing to be removed to a compost pile in someone else's yard...ten.
(1) - The trauma of growing up with THAT smell, in the heat of summer, down wind, day or night..... Well it actually probably explains a lot about the way that my brain skips, creaks, sparks, fizzles, pops, wheezes....*squeal*
(2) - Yes it's true, I did in fact graduate. Shocking! I know! They were so desperate to get rid of me that they just scribbled my diploma on a napkin and shoved me across the stage.
(3) - My bell is still ringing....*blush*
(4) - This was about the same time that there was guy in the Chicagoland area meeting girls via the internet (which I might add isn't the internet it is today), killing them, and burying them in the back yard. My parents were soooooo thrilled? =) *snort*
(5) - Yeah...a water problem....it's more like Hurricanes Gustav and Ike completely skipped water and gushed into my basement. Louisiana? The Gulf? Nah - what say we go drench The Middle of Nowhere in Missouri! Sheesh!
(6) - Because putting them behind the drywall, while a much easier and cheaper solution not real conducive to actually plugging things in. *shrug* Yeah - I am picky like that. Sue me! =-p
(7) - And really, how could you have possibly thought that could have been me? I mean, I know I am mental *eyeballs Annie*, but really, who the fuck is really ever that happy to go up a freaking ladder? Me? Not only know, but hell no, thank you very much! =-p
(8) - The thought of doing that job myself, frankly, was giving me hives. Now don't get me wrong I am a DIYer where possible. I hate having to rely on people to do something the way that I want it, in the time frame that I want it done - yes, I have control freak tendencies don't judge me! =-p Not only that, but it also tends to cost me less $$$ when I do it myself ... I'm a pro money saving where possible! =)
(9) - Let me stress...THIS project! There is always a project going on at some point where we are just this |.| far way from committing 1st degree murder and paving our way to the chair and a final meal. =)
Now where is my damned hammer??? *sigh*