This will be the last project of this scale I'll ever do for myself. This post should tell you why.
Okay, so I'm not a fashion icon here, I can accept that. I mean I have zero interest in any of that, but I do love building shit. Renovating especially is my speciality. I absolutely love taking something old and outdated and transforming it to something different. Over the years I've gathered a great crew around me. My electrician for example can't be recommended more highly. He is a world class man, who has during the 13 years we've worked together understood that I think electricity should jump from a point to an other, and he just has to make it appear like it does to make me happy.
No, for real, the man is nearing seventy and he retired 4 years ago but since he still has a company and a license, he wanted to come in and do the job since apparently working with me is challenging and fun. Last week he rewired a fuse box that's 70 or so years old so I could keep it, this week he was drilling through concrete to make my kitchen happen. He is more than used to my elegance.
So... let's jump back a bit.
In August I broke some ribs with this fucking cold. After that I've had a few good days here and there but mostly I work at a snail's pace since the ribs never got to heal right since the kids keep on bringing new colds in. I also managed to get most of my upper body to a cramping stage since that's what all the cool kids do these days to get muscle relaxants. My doctor says I'm not stupid, just insane but the on the not medical attention needing ways (He is also a relative so I guess in my 36 years on earth he has had the time to form a diagnosis. I'm safe I think
). Anyway, last week the family started to go through a new wave of a cold and of course I caught it too.
Yes. I am using a cold as my excuse for what I'm about to show you.
You see... I'm an easy going person. I just assume people I meet often know they can have a laugh at my expense every time since this world is pretty joyless for too many folks. My ego can take it. Hell, I'm showing you this so you can laugh too.
So the bar that serves the closest hot meal has a bar keeper who has an opinion on my appearance. A straw to a beer is a statement.
I took the time to go for a smoke to review my appearance and I thought you all deserve to know. After working since six am, around eight pm I go out, like near other people I mean, still looking like this, well wearing this. Fine, my left ankle is swollen but there is no excuse big enough for this.
Now. My beloved sister said to me that was just the bottom half of a horror story that has to be shown.
(My other friends were more cruel.)
That was the top.
I know I've been sick for ages now and yeah, no rest for the evil bitch but the electrician sent me off to a shop yesterday. He needed a part and he also wanted me to go away. He did me a shopping list I was going to take a photo of but since that shirt selfie was the last one I had taken, I ended up with a photo that basically tells you all why women are absent from construction sites.
I'm sharing this for educational purposes. This is why your wives don't go do the heavy lifting.
After that pic of me taking a pic of the shopping list, the damn electrician rolled around the floor. Apparently, wardrobe is not my thing but he sure does like my self cut short hair.
Anyway. I haven't burned the shirt. The hair is still that bad. I still don't know how to operate a phone and yes, I am so sick my face is bloated. I just think it will benefit me that I show you all what happens to me during a big site since this way maybe I'll find an easier hobby for the future.