Half-assed

So uh huh, um yeah...John and I have been working for several months now to finish the upstairs to our house to get it ready to be sold. Friday John went to a local contruction site and ran into a few guys that were looking for some work over the weekend, and ding ding ding! They were going to finish (tape, mud, and sand the drywall and finish the ceiling) Saturday and Sunday. Well so four of them showed up Saturday morning as planned and did the bulk of the work. Pretty much the only thing they were not able to do Saturday was sand the walls, and that's because the compond had to dry. We paid them half of the agreed upon amount and they went on their way, only never to return the next day. John and I were totally like, what the hell??? when they never showed up Sunday. They left a pretty expensive ladder and lots of their tools, so what in the hell do we do now? We have tried to get in touch with them, buuuut no luck. John, being John, even tried all the local county jails, cause I'll be honest, these were Lumbee Indian boys and you could tell they may have been in the pen a time or two. One county jail clerk even said to John, "Todd?? No we ain't seen him today!" I mean, how funny is that?!? Ah yes, North Carolina is classy!

So as it stands, I am going on with my Monday like any regular ol' Monday knowing and believing that what needs to happen will happen. And if not today, then John and I look to another path tomorrow. (and start sanding) Hey, I guess we kind of got off good if these guys don't show back up, cause shit, we still have the other half of the money. Life is strange.