I have spent the better part of the day surrounded by waste paper bins full of dripping rainwater, while several of our companies finest stand about gazing at my ceiling trying to determine where the water is dripping from. I listen to them debate as if they are trying to determine the “meaning of life”. I watch them climb up and down the ladder into the crawl space (nice asses tho btw). I shake my head, as I myself remove the $5000 worth of computer equipment getting soaked while they debate just how to go about fixing it, and I gotta ask myself…are these people human?
Any one else have similar experience with repair people?
“Only when he no longer knows what he is doing, does the painter do good
things.” --Edgar Degas