Damn Fine Kitchen

Thanksgiving is tomorrow and I'm happy to report that the kitchen has been finished to the state of finishing where nobody in my family can come in and openly laugh at it. Violet and I stayed up late again, trying to get as much of the work completed as possible. The trim needs to go back up and I still need to caulk around the edges of everything. Other than that, it's going to need some touch-up painting. The finishing and touch-up work is the stuff that kills you. I'll see if I can get a photo posted of the 97% completed kitchen.

Since I've been working at this place for seven months, I'm obviously due up for a raise. Or, at least that's the way I see it. I said as much to my manager, reminding him that this should be worked out before the holiday weekend started. Am I trying to get fired? Something like that. I'm just pissed off at myself for working here, and I'm taking it out on those I work with. I want compensation for my suffering, and I don't care what you think -- because you are not me. After getting all riled up about it yesterday, my manager scheduled a meeting for me and the company president at 10am today. My guess: they plan to either give me a small raise or they'll say something to the effect of, "We'll see what happens over the next 3 to 6 months, and then decide..." I think if I were getting fired, I would have been given my pink slip at the door this morning.

Just in case I do have a reason to celebrate, I brought in to work a growler of the dry-hopped ESB, which Noland has named, "Cockblocker ESB". Noland got default naming privileges when Billy and I failed to name the damn thing. Celebration drinking will ensue if / when one of the following happens today:
1) I get fired
2) I get a raise
3) Neither of the above happens