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  • Writer's pictureRiley Murphy


Updated: Oct 5, 2023

I’ve mentioned I’m doing a contract on some freelance work, right? Well, it’s been the highlight of the last week and a half. Seriously. A great topic and a lot of fun to explore. But what does this mean? Well, it means that cranky contractor is left on his own more than usual.

Yeah, this is not good people. He makes decisions, takes design matters into his own hands and is usually waiting for me to finish at the end of the day, so that we can discuss what I’m going to have give up because of his design decision making that was/is never allowed!

*Looks right at you and leans into whisper* But you guys know me. I would never let this continue. All I needed was a way around this new problem and I’d have the situation corrected in no time.

Man, turns out those were some famous last words right there.


I realized that if I compromised and watched one of his series that he likes to watch at night, he’d be more agreeable. Did I mention that he’s cranky lately? So, that is what I did.

Of course the event turned out to be me choosing the series. Never good because then I’m blamed if it’s crap.

*Deadpans here* It is never good, people. I’m a magnet for the barely watchable entertainment. I swear. But, I digress.

So I picked one and we watched an episode each night for three nights after I finished my work.

I say three nights, because that’s all I could take of the series segments. Here’s the conversation,

I get up with a huge sigh in the middle of the third episode. Believe me, around our house my patented sigh is legendary. “Alright. That’s all I can take.”

Cranky contractor has the nerve to look shocked. “What? Come on. You have to give it a try.”

“I’ve wasted three nights giving it a try and I am not wasting another minute on it. The story is stupid and the acting is—”

“I agree about the acting, but the story is pretty good.”

No it was not. “In your dreams. I’m going back to work. That I’m enjoying.” Under my breath I whisper, “I don’t care if you paint the wrong wall. There’s only so much compromising I can do.”

To which he says, “The side wall was a better choice. I looked it up. The designer said so.”

The designer said so?! “What designer? The one that doesn’t have to live with you? Not a good plan. And what did they say?” Yeah, insert me doing a verbal rant here about why I chose the accent wall for the room to be the one he was supposed to paint and not a different one because a stranger who has no credentials said so on YouTube.

“I had no choice,” he said. “Besides it looks great.”

I had no words. Instead I went back to work and never gave it another thought. I may rant, but I don’t stew. Good for him, right?

Nope. He comes to bed a few hours later and announces, “That was the worst pile of s*i#. I can’t believe they can get away with it. Do you remember the—”

“Stop!” There I am resting with my eyes closed and I have to tell him that I don’t want the play-by-play about the show I stopped watching because it was bad? Jeez.

“Okay. You’re right.”

I was glad about that until coffee time this morning. There I am enjoying my coffee, the weather and my cheery mood, when he says, “Do you know, in that show, they actually thought they could get away with arson? I mean, it was—”

Aggggain. Man! “Stop! Really, I mean it. I didn’t want to watch the train wreck happening and now you explaining—”

He interrupts with a flashed smile and this comment, “The train would have been better than the fire.”

I did a double take and continued. “I don’t want to hear about the stupid show anymore. I didn’t like it and now I feel bad about not liking it because you’re making me say it over and over.”

“You used to like ‘B’ movies.”

“That series wasn’t a ‘B’ anything, except a ‘please B over’.”

“Okay, settle down.” He had the nerve to laugh. Hearing it, I’m thinking there’s no winning for me until he says, “I’ll repaint the room the way you wanted. It won’t take me long.”

Me *Blink Blink* Then when it hits me

Crapatola! Does this mean I’m stuck watching cruddy TV every time I need to get things done right around here?

“See?” he says, all chipper like. “I can compromise. What do you want to watch tonight?”

Why, apparently crappy TV. Perfect.

How’s your week going?

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