December 18, 2006
Tool troubles again. This time over paying a housecleaner and a painter to go through a room that I already spent two hours scrubbing.
"I don't see what the big deal is," quoth The Tool. "It will only be fifty to one hundred dollars."
I just have to keep telling myself that it will all be over soon.
Posted on December 18, 2006 08:40 PM
flashy. castle. graphic. garghagrhagrhagrhhhhh! brain explode.
No, it's awesome. All you have to do is look at it at 4:25 a.m. when you're tired and punchy and working on an increasingly wordy and ridiculous project. Then the flashing castle is great.
The Tool is not great. Tell him to take his fifty to one hundred dollars and beat himself about the head and shoulders with it. In dimes.
yeah, you need nothing from this guy. burn that bridge, I say. unless he still has your deposit, in which case you might need to hold his self-help books for ransom or something.
Unfortunately, the bastard does still have my deposit, and will apparently be keeping a portion of it. I just don't have the time to deal with this bullshit right now, and I think he knows it.
I felt the flashing castle nicely exemplified my incoherent anger at both the situation and the man. Grrar.
You know, someone like that might actually fold under a small torrent of abuse. Have you tried just going ape shit and yelling at him? I mean *I* would pay someone not to yell at me.
I had some strong words for him when we talked on the phone yesterday. That's when he dismissed the monetary amount as no big deal.