One giant step for womankind
Giovanni didn’t show up this morning but he called me several times and then he showed up at the LaLa drunk as Cooter Brown – I told him to come back when he is sober. He wanted money and I said, come back sober. My contractor Steve said that these men treat me this way because I’m a woman. Rosa, one of my neighbors at the Can said she has two women friends right now dealing with the same shit and the men treat them horribly.
I told Steve I’m done with this bullshit. Giovanni can sober up and do what he said he was going to do and then he’ll get paid or he can fuck off.
Meanwhile, Joe came and did four dump runs and cleared out most of the stuff in the yard. When he was driving away there was a skywriter spelling the word LOVE in cloud stencils in the sky – he pointed it out and said, that’s about you and me. Right.
The washer and dryer were supposed to arrive at 11am – instead they got here at 5 – and the washer looked like it had been hit by a MACK truck – so back up, start all over again. The best was when they brought the dryer back to the laundry and asked where the gas pipe is – another minor oversight by Louie – my favorite plumber. By the time I finish correcting all of Louie’s oversights, the laundry room walls and floor will look like Swiss cheese.
Tomorrow Julio comes to put the final finish on the floors. Monday James is showing up to start the fence. Louie – the plumber has been a no show for the past four days.
But I’m this * close.