M called to say that the painters would back on Wednesday. I said candidly, “Is it because you like me that you start a job on Thursday and disappear and then don’t return for almost a week. Is it because you like me you treat me this way?” He said, “It’s because I like you that I started the job when I did, I can’t help it if my painters have to go home to see their wives.” Uh huh, I hung up and turned to my co-worker and said you know we are in the wrong jobs, if we were contractors, all we would have to do is show up and fog a mirror, then ask for exorbitant prices, not show up on the scheduled day, not do what we were asked to do, not finish in the time frame allotted, then ask for more money to fix it and seem indignant when questioned. Why the hell did I not think of this before? Contracting – it’s the best gig going.