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.
flashy. castle. graphic. garghagrhagrhagrhhhhh! brain explode.
Posted by: michele on December 18, 2006 09:30 PMNo, 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.
Posted by: Dianna on December 19, 2006 04:26 AMThe 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.
Posted by: Dianna on December 19, 2006 04:27 AMyeah, 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.
Posted by: didofoot on December 19, 2006 08:27 AMUnfortunately, 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.
Posted by: Jacob on December 19, 2006 09:23 AMYou 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.
Posted by: didofoot on December 19, 2006 12:00 PM