Well, I'm back to working with the friend who is re-doing his basement. He has found some more black mold. So now we will cut out more dry wall in one of the bedrooms. And this is after I told him that it was probably further up the dry wall than he thought. He cut the dry wall one inch up from the floor. Said that that was as high as the water got in his basement. 'Course, we all know that dry wall sucks up water. He is the know-it-all, his way or the highway, drinking, drunk while trying to get things done.
So, where do you draw the line, and say enough is enough and walk away? Or do you walk away? He has no other friends. He has chased them off. Yeah, I'm getting paid. But it just seems that it is getting worse. He has spent over $20,000 dollars on his basement. And, I'm sure it will even go higher by the time everything is done. His $5,000 dollars in carpet is to be installed this Friday. That isn't going to happen. . . maybe next Friday. I still have painting to do.
Dry wall needs to be cut, installed, taped, textured, and painted. I'm sure he will "help." I might as well be doing it by myself. I do what I can, I'm no spring chicken. It just ticks me off that I can't get him to listen to me. It's redundant to do the same job two or three times, when we could have done it right the first time. Oh, well, it's his house and I'm the only one around to help. He has three grown boys, but they don't come around much unless they need money or a new truck.
So, I'll be busy the rest of the week. Maybe I will invest in some good ear plugs. Ignore him when he talks, and just do the work. Maybe I could get lucky, and he could take a nap for the biggest part of the day. I mean, I could be doing other things. Like fishing, or reading, or bugging Kathi.