houston, we have a problem.
the showroom isn’t even close to being clean or finished and the italians are showing up. in suits. they have no place to sit.
work priorities come before blog today.
not that i’m a contractor… or that i’m responsible for Mahmoud Ahmadinejad’s visit clogging up all the streets causing all of our deliveries to miss deadlines for elevator service into a construction site.
inhale, exhale… does no good to anyone if the architect goes into cardiac arrest right now.
how is it possible for my punchlist to be twice the length it was last wednesday- for progress to go backwards?!
That’s right, blame it all on poor Ahmadinejad. Everybody’s doing it.
Maybe you should post your ipod list.
is that brazilian for “check it out!” that’s how you say in spanish too!
oh gawd. i do appreciate the support. it was a bad day to begin with, but mr. iran.i.am. only made it worse.
there’s a number of way’s to say “what a fiasco” it Italian:
che pasticcio,
che imbroglio,
che guaio.
i am just getting home at 11:59pm, and the trouble is, i will go to sleep and the exact same problems will be there tomorrow morning. if i go to sleep…
and then you think to yourself “how the hell can this be worth it”. it’s not worth it. therein lies an even bigger dilemma…