Ten-Finger Exercises

Unpainted and grumpy, partying instead!

Just came back from a party where Bill works, a pre-exercise party for the CSEPP people gathered at this site for the annual proficiency drill.

I waited all afternoon for the stupid painter to come and finish the texturing and paint. He didn't show up at all. I am so frustrated with those two men. They come when we're not expecting them, like yesterday afternoon, and never arrive when they've said they would. Plus they aren't doing a very good job of the painting. The repair task went well, and the outside doors look nice, but the one guy must not use enough paint on his roller or go over it enough. Grrrr.

All I've accomplished while waiting for them was to edit a story and enter a contest with it, which I'm proud of. It's the first short story-- not flash fiction-- that I've written that I felt very good about.