Who Works on Weekends?

Nobody, unless you are making a ton of noise to disturb he entire block, and then your construction projects are 24/7. Except Jose, he's around today. Really his only problem is saying he will show up and then not telling you he can't come. Otherwise, so far, not bad.

Jose promised to bring the Sheetrock this morning but when we called he said he went over to the site where he was going to get it from (this is the advantage of a landlord with construction projects all over the hood including a massive new 7-11, you can pinch their stuff) and it turns out they don't have any, so he can't get it until Monday. 

His young, buff assistant brought up 2 drums of joint compound and tape, one drum at a time. The Husband was not impressed recalling his time when he could carry 2 drums up the stairs at once. But apparently the worst hell on earth is carrying Sheetrock. Plus we'll get linen white paint. Not sure yet what we'll use to paint the floor. Jose offered us ceramic tile for it, but I don't think so.

In other news, our neighbor without a fridge was promised one "from the basement." This Jose is totally old school. He's personally very nice and smart and knows the tricks to avoid having to go through management, but every super we've had has been great the first few weeks until the bastards wear them down into a pulpy mess. Perhaps Jose's Buddhism will keep him on track. He also looks like Buddha. A Dominican Buddha.

On another positive note, it's been cool so The Smell hasn't appeared yet today. As it warms up this weekend we'll know if the foam bubbles have had any impact.

This is where we are with the wall. And the rest of our house crammed with all our crap taken out of this room. Amazing how much you can cram into such a small space.