One wonders why the hell they pay me. They send me places. They pay for food and drink. The hotel, airfare, car. And I sit doing nothing. Maybe its for an hour meeting or just availability. Mostly babysitting. Yet I do nothing. So I paint and collect a check.
The real work starts once your home. The painting sticks are empty. Dudes need sealing and basing. Dudes are cleaned, mounted to sticks, primed. Dudes get stickers or transfers. Then everything gets repacked. Most importantly the paint case is double checked. Sucks bad to forget something. It is near impossible to replace stuff on the road.
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