A bunch of roofers are scrambing all over my house, even as I type. We need a new roof, bad, but holy shit, it's loud...this sucks, this bites this big one, this is higher-decibel and sounds worse than my first all-girl metal band. And that's saying something.
Anybody know how long it takes to do this kind of thing? Mac's the one who got all the information on this job, and I'm clueless. I can tell you right now, though, that if I have to listen to this godawful racket day in and day out for more than a couple of days, repressed Evil Cunt characteristics in my personality are going to surge to the fore. No more delicious little unemployed-person late-morning naps. No more peaceful, solitary hours of reflection while my children are in school. And what's the etiquette, here, with the roofers? Do I feed them lunch? Are they expecting Cokes? Beers? What? What about peeing - do I man the front door and let these jokers in every time someone needs to take a leak? I've never had my very own roofers to host, so I don't know.
This is awful. I'm tempted to pack up and go to the ATL for the weekend.
FUCK! They're banging so hard that shit is falling off the walls. Tiny pieces of plaster are falling off the ceiling. My keyboard is vibrating. It sounds like Armageddon. Make it stop!!
Posted by Queenie at March 24, 2005 09:09 AMWhen my roof was redone I never talked to the guys, nobody ever asked to use the potty, and I never offered them anything to drink or eat.
They had a boss, they work fast as anything you've ever seen, and got out of here.
Meanwhile, nobody says you can't have a medicinal drink anytime you need one...or two.
Posted by: BeeBee at March 24, 2005 09:24 AMWouldn't be surprised if they're done in a day, as long as there's no structural work to do. The cokes'd be a nice touch, because it's not expected, but don't do the beer, or you WILL be getting those frequent knocks at the door.
Let the Evil Cunt rip. Bet they finish even faster if you do.
P.
Posted by: Light & Dark at March 24, 2005 11:49 AM