I've been fuming now for days... the concrete floor in the studio shifted and cracked some of the floor tiles (not the problem). So while I was in Colorado in april for my class Joe chipped out the cracked tiles and then we decided to remove a couple=three more and replace with a darker color. That way it looks like it was a design element.
Soooo. Mr. Fixit goes out the other afternoon and, using some kind of GRINDER, proceeded to grind out all the grout and stickum stuff from where the tiles were. WITHOUT covering up any of my STUFF. I now have a fine layer of sticky icky fine powder over every freaking square centimeter of my studio AND the laundry room.
I have been beside myself about this, trying not to yell at him, but furious at the mess.
So, today is the day I go out and clean off my workbench. I mean I have to WET MOP every bit of glass, every flippin' tool, every shelf, every book, every dvd, tape, EVERYTHING.
gah.
men.
At least he had sense enough to wear a dust mask.
12:01:58 PM 
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