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       Okay, so the hotel is done. On the other hand, my bedroom is not. First crew completed step one in 24 hours, turned our neighbor's suite upside down, and got fired. Second crew has done the insulation after not showing up on day one, put the plastic on over my light switch, and proceeded to bury a neighbor's outdoor seat with their supplies. I don't know if Crew #2 gets to keep their jobs.

      I just want it to be done. All of it. Pictures were taken, and uploaded to a relative's account; and I have to say, it looks more depressing online.

      I guess we found out about going to the hotel on the 19th. I've slept maybe twice since then. I'm so tired. And I'm tired of incompetence. For once, I want people who have their shit together. All these half-assed shit jobs. No. If you don't know what you're doing, don't do it. This was probably precipitated by another idiot, who decided to create a giant hole in my wall despite me telling her not to. If I'd physically stopped her, this probably could have all been avoided. I should have given it a whack. If you know what I mean.