I've been gone for 10 days now on a crazy trip to London, UK and Athens, Greece for work. Long story short, I've forgotten what it's like to live in a construction site. I came home yesterday a bit jet lagged to the pleasant reminder of plaster dust on the floor, surpise pieces of wall fallen and my clothes fallen to the ground as my makeshift closet (a shower rod) fell in my abscence. Swank hotels and friends homes with clear areas to sit down on and clothing in closets has been the norm for the past week. It's been nice traveling without any plaster.
Now reality has reminded me how much work I have to go. After a good night's sleep and a day of work, I'm back into my routine of hauling out bags of plaster in the Radio Flyer cart. I took it easy tonight, just 6 bags to our building's pile, just so the trash guys don't get ticked off that I'm back. I'm sure they had a nice week and half off without having to haul away my plaster. Luckily the pile has greatly dwindled and there are only a handful of pickups left for it to be all gone.
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