The Job

13 10 2008

So, as I said previously, the “Men” had a job to finish last night. I was originally promised 6 guys. By the time 6pm came along, I had three names. One who promised to be there (Hamstring), with his girlfriend (my teammate, Law School).  And I knew they’d be there. The other two, not so much.

The bar wasn’t too busy around 8pm, so I dragged the one table we had to refinish out back, threw on the safety goggles and sanded the top of it. I stained the top of it and went home for a while. I returned to the bar and the table was still untouched, so that was good. I let one potential worker leave because one of the guys ended up at the bar and I thought he could help. I was wrong. By 1:30 am, I had pizza (yay!), one drunk guy who ended up walking out and the original guy & his girlfriend. THAT IS IT. As people cleared out of the bar, I squatted next to the bar and rough sanded the front that we were to poly. Then Law School, Hamstring and I literally attached the face of the bar with poly. We were done in 30 minutes. 30 dang minutes…

Not the perfect job I would obviously like, but it was good enough since it needs a 2nd coat. I am so grateful to those two for helping. It would have taken me alone 3 hours.

But we have a problem. The men are supposed to get $1,000 for finishing this job. The job which has taken them nearly 9 months to finally complete. But during those 9 months, there was o