Tartan paint
“So that’s how they do it?” “Do what?” The passer by was referring to my hazard tape covered planks, she explained that she thought they were painted.
Another lady asked what was happening and I told her there was going to be an exhibition in the shop. She said I could sell it and give the money to charity!
“Job for life there mate!”
It’s all good in the wood.
The phone vibrates and I pick it up. It’s Berrys, the delivery man asking where exactly I want the wood. I say you were supposed to ring me and he says he did, twice. I later check my phone and I missed the call because it was on silent. I ask him to ring Ken, St. Johns Shopping center manager. He rings back to say it goes to answer machine. I give him the best advise I can as to where to leave the wood, next to the second grey door; he says there are no grey doors, they’re all green. He says he’ll leave the wood between the 2nd and 3rd door, I apologise for missing the call.
I’ve painted the ends of the wood black and need turps to clean my brush so I go to the pound shop/stop across the way and it’s £1.49. I try B&M Bargains, they don’t have any so I try the other pound shop, it’s £1.50.
Yesterday I bump into a guy I used to work with who is now working as a Parking Attendant (traffic warden). I tell him I did the weeks training but the prospect of the abuse put me off. I confirm the following: PAs have to be wearing their hat to issue you a ticket and if they hand you the ticket, don’t accept it, just get in your car and drive off (if it’s on your windscreen it’s too late). Do not catch the ticket if they throw it at you!
A pair of passers-by asked what the shop was going to be. “An art exhibition.” “You’re gonna sell art exhibitions?” They wanted to know where I got my atlases from, I told them the story. They offered me a tenner for both.
What happens when everyone has everything?
“You’ve missed a bit” mouthed the passer by at the window. I had started painting a red strip, stripe, around the walls of shop unit 15. First coat finished 30th June, back today for second coat. Bought 2 globe lamps from Preston covered market. I saw one and logged it, saw another and asked how much “£5”, I’ll go back to the first one and see how much they want. “£3” and they’ve got another, I can have them both for a fiver. BOGOF, beautiful. Back at the shop cleaning one of the windows an old guy asks what’s it going to be. I start to talk about art and he says “Tomatoes?”. I correct him and say something about art again. He says it used to be a cafe but they couldn’t afford the rent.
This morning, whilst I’m driving, my phone rings. Withheld number, I answer, hypocrite. I had a feeling it would be Berrys, the timber merchants. The sales guy says for collection and I have to correct him and say for delivery and then he says can’t get the lengths I want and would charge for cuts(30p per cut). I explain that the reason why I’m using Berrys is that I was advised I could have these lengths (1.8m) and that there would be no charge to cut as no need because these lengths in stock. He asked who I spoke to, damn. I work in a call center and that’s gotta to be a golden rule (ownership). He said he’d ring me back, I asked if he could ring me back in 10 minutes (giving me enough time to get home and out of the car). A minute later, withheld rings again. He asks if it’s rough sawn carcassing that I want, yes I agree. Delivery will be this friday. To the Harris? No to Old Vicarage off Tithebarn, like it says on the order form. I ask him to ask the driver to ring me ten minutes before hand.
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