I'm briefly back...
Jul. 5th, 2019 07:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wiseheart... and the second round of the Big Painting Job (TM) was supposed to be finished yesterday. As it is, we can call ourselves lucky if it will be done on Sunday. And it has to be done, as on Monday the carpet cleaner is due to come and - unlike the painter - he is a superbly punctual and reliable person.
The state of things is like this: the study is done, save for the iron holders of the bookshelves that need to be reinstalled. I can only hope that the painter hasn't torn out the little thingies that keep them stable in his attempt to took them down. My bedroom is a little more than half done, only some wallpapers need to be glued on tomorrow. And, of course, even more of the dratted bookshelves - three times as many as in the study.
As for the painter, I'm not very happy with him. He is an old guy, which is perhaps why he accepted a job being done in 3 separate rounds. He does a moderately decent job (fortunately, Mum no longer sees the numerous small faults, and I really don't care), but he wastes an incredible amount of time and talks more than works. Also, he doesn't believe in being careful, protecting the furniture and not making the biggest possible mess everywhere.
I won't bore you with the details; it is messy and frustrating and never seems to come to a reasonable end, as you can't know what part of the work he spontaneously decides to do next, so you can't really take preventive measures. So I have to wrap my bed, my TV-set and various pieces of sensitive electric equipment in thick layers of paper and plastic foil every morning anew (which takes about an hour or more), and then remove the whole thing after he is gone, so that I can sleep and watch telly or, like now, use my main PC. We've got wallpaper glue and tiny shreds of removed, dirty wallpaper trampled into the (light beige) wall-to-wall carpet, dirty water (for softening the wallpaper) running down windows and furniture, pain spots everywhere... the list goes on and on.
I've decided that the remaining years of my life will be spent in dirt, if necessary, but I'll never, ever have the dratted flat redecorated again. Not out of my own free will, that is - I cannot steer natural disasters.
The state of things is like this: the study is done, save for the iron holders of the bookshelves that need to be reinstalled. I can only hope that the painter hasn't torn out the little thingies that keep them stable in his attempt to took them down. My bedroom is a little more than half done, only some wallpapers need to be glued on tomorrow. And, of course, even more of the dratted bookshelves - three times as many as in the study.
As for the painter, I'm not very happy with him. He is an old guy, which is perhaps why he accepted a job being done in 3 separate rounds. He does a moderately decent job (fortunately, Mum no longer sees the numerous small faults, and I really don't care), but he wastes an incredible amount of time and talks more than works. Also, he doesn't believe in being careful, protecting the furniture and not making the biggest possible mess everywhere.
I won't bore you with the details; it is messy and frustrating and never seems to come to a reasonable end, as you can't know what part of the work he spontaneously decides to do next, so you can't really take preventive measures. So I have to wrap my bed, my TV-set and various pieces of sensitive electric equipment in thick layers of paper and plastic foil every morning anew (which takes about an hour or more), and then remove the whole thing after he is gone, so that I can sleep and watch telly or, like now, use my main PC. We've got wallpaper glue and tiny shreds of removed, dirty wallpaper trampled into the (light beige) wall-to-wall carpet, dirty water (for softening the wallpaper) running down windows and furniture, pain spots everywhere... the list goes on and on.
I've decided that the remaining years of my life will be spent in dirt, if necessary, but I'll never, ever have the dratted flat redecorated again. Not out of my own free will, that is - I cannot steer natural disasters.
