5, 4, 3...
yesterday we began the day with 5 painters.
one began puking, i believe i saw him puke at least 3 times. and the best part about it was the neighbor saw him leaning up against the fence all disoriented like. this neighbor she is prolly in her 50s and she is talking to someone else on our crew, "he looks a little dehydrated, the sun can do that to you." dane (the guy on our crew) responds simply, "yeah." she continues, "although so can parties."
haha, this older neighbor had him figured, he was drinking last night. he sprayed paint until he couldn't go on anymore. he went and bought some saltines and a sprite then passed out in the front yard and took a nap, because he was too dazed to actually drive home.
then at lunch we lost our next painter. he has been working for 4 weeks, and finally says "i'm leaving, i think i am going to quit, i think the heights are getting to me." it wasn't even that bad of a house yesterday ladder wise, but i guess for some people it is too much. grasping so tightly to the ladders made him slow anyways. so i finished where he left off, only i simply walked on the roof rather than constantly moving the ladder.
we went from 5 painters to 3 and still got the house done. tis' a hardknock life...for us.