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Sep. 10th, 2012 01:54 pmI don't know what exactly I did to my right leg in the process of getting rid of all the tiles from the kitchen floor. Whatever I did has made going up stairs a very unpleasant process, and has made walking slightly less unpleasant. At least it's getting better. Yesterday doing anything, including sitting around, was unpleasant. (And I had such a case of the fidgets yesterday afternoon that I couldn't sit around, so I went for a two-mile walk. That didn't help the leg much, but it did help the brain some.)
The kitchen floor has dried up quite a bit, so it's not sticky everywhere (but it still smells funny). I'm leaving the dropcloths all over it, though, because whatever that stuff is, I don't really want to walk on it. The current plan, as far as I know, is for somebody (to be determined, but not me) to put down a layer of 1/4" cement board over the plywood and the new tiles on top of that. I think that's probably a good idea since I'm not sure what the plywood will allow to stick to it. Adhesive remover is right out; whatever it is has soaked into the plywood. Removing the plywood is right out too, because we don't know what's under it.
It was indeed an interesting voice lesson, both in terms of being tired before I even got there and in terms of the new thing I got to work on. (What do you mean it's short AND it's in English? I can't remember the last thing I was working on that met both of those conditions at the same time.)
On the work front, I am now back in 210, with A/C that works. In fact, it's almost cold in here. And the entire second floor has been stripped of carpet and the resulting hardwood floor has been sealed. Now if they'd just finish messing around with the windows and take down the scaffolding, the building might stop looking like a disaster area. My desk looks like a disaster area too, but I'm working on that.
Just for the record, Morgan Freeman is not dead. (One of my coworkers just gave me a minor heart attack by asking me if I knew what he died of.) Generalissimo Franco, however, is still dead.
The kitchen floor has dried up quite a bit, so it's not sticky everywhere (but it still smells funny). I'm leaving the dropcloths all over it, though, because whatever that stuff is, I don't really want to walk on it. The current plan, as far as I know, is for somebody (to be determined, but not me) to put down a layer of 1/4" cement board over the plywood and the new tiles on top of that. I think that's probably a good idea since I'm not sure what the plywood will allow to stick to it. Adhesive remover is right out; whatever it is has soaked into the plywood. Removing the plywood is right out too, because we don't know what's under it.
It was indeed an interesting voice lesson, both in terms of being tired before I even got there and in terms of the new thing I got to work on. (What do you mean it's short AND it's in English? I can't remember the last thing I was working on that met both of those conditions at the same time.)
On the work front, I am now back in 210, with A/C that works. In fact, it's almost cold in here. And the entire second floor has been stripped of carpet and the resulting hardwood floor has been sealed. Now if they'd just finish messing around with the windows and take down the scaffolding, the building might stop looking like a disaster area. My desk looks like a disaster area too, but I'm working on that.
Just for the record, Morgan Freeman is not dead. (One of my coworkers just gave me a minor heart attack by asking me if I knew what he died of.) Generalissimo Franco, however, is still dead.
