30 March, 2008
- Sarah-Lynn Brown
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I hate ungrateful people
I pay for my mothers plane ticket (she is supposed to reimburse me half) to Michigan to visit family for a week of her Easter break... I stayed with the animals and worked. During that time I take to doing several projects around the house that never seem to get done, such as patching holes in several walls, worst on the living room. Most of the damage was from my brother. I also install undercabinet 'task' lights in the kitchen and touch up paint trims and doors all throughout the house.
She gets home and firstly complains about the holes I had to put into the far back, bottom of the cabinet to install the lights.. they are too big. Then she over the next few days complains about the imperfect patch job I did on the walls in the living room. They were long holes that I had to put a mesh plaster tape over and then build up and allow to dry over a couple days and then repeatly sand down and paint. I am no professional at this but I did a pretty good job of patching the holes and texturing the paint to as best I could both match the faded almond color and texture of the wall.
Then tonight she takes some sand paper and sands down and then replasters my work... and wonders why I am furious. I worked on that wall for several days and because it isn't absolutely perfect she destroys what I did in the beleif that she can do a better job. Nothing I do is ever good enough..... And to think I was proud of all the work I did on the couple days off during the time she was gone, I worked the rest of the time and spent a few hours each night working on things in the house.
