I'm stuck at home, mechanic is coming over tomorrow bright and early and I'm going to spread my wings and fucking fly!
I'm soooooo fucking mad, Grow Partner #2 did a huge fucking fuck up, I'm about to knock a fucking hole in the wall! We have a deck with rotting carpet up above that we are removing. He was supposed to wait until today to rip it up because my plants are just below it and I didn't want him fucking with them and breaking a branch. So we all agree, work is put off until monday, today. Yesterday he fucking rips it up anyways! He puts up two ladders and drapes a 3ft wide piece of plastic over it, suspended 5 ft over them, and thinks with all the fucking wind storms we are having that is going to fucking protect them. I yelled at him last night, but they looked okay, but it was dark. I come out today and they are covered with paint chip sprinkles from the old paint on the deck before it was carpeted, and rotting carpet soaked with fucking dog piss for 2 years.
I'm so fucking mad, all my hard work, all my time, all my money, all the fucking sacrifices I give up to these fucking people to help our income and he just fucking doesn't give enough of a shit to fucking listen me. I'm out, I'm gone. Good bye Arrowhead. I'm probably moving out towards the shore next week maybe later this week. He can keep his fucking paint-chip filled nugs. I feel like a ripper got into my fucking garden. I wish it was a ripper, at least I would have someone to beat with a fucking bat.
You can't blow off the dust, the plants are too sticky, I can't wash it off either, plants are still too sticky. I'm about to use an air compressor and hope it doesn't shred my plants. I'm afraid I will be forced to water cure whatever is not thrown away, it's the only thing I can think of; float the crap off.