first, he knows better. i explain – he doesn’t listen.
no, i skipped too much of the background: first i helped him carry his stuff from his mother’s to a rented apartment. small elevator down, narrow stairs up, fridge and desk and bags of rags – the whole nine yards, and lumbago on the top. just for the sake of it – after a couple of months, he moved back to his mom.
but that was long ago and forgotten. more recently, i sweat half of a weekend day to help him set up his new furniture into his new studio.
and now, when outside it’s like one hundred degrees or something, and you could cook an egg under your hat, he kindly asks me to go supervise the A/C fitters. i mean, the same guys who did a lousy job in the first place, because he asked them to do it his way. he could have it done properly – i explained how, he didn’t listen.
so he sits in his office, paid by the hour, and having enough time to spend on messenger. and he asks me to leave my office, where i try feeding a family and where no one pays me if i don’t work.
he can take a day off for a long weekend with his gf when he feels like it. his gf too can take a day off for riding his bike. he spent about half this morning pestering against a moron office mate, who spent about half this morning talking on the phone to his moron wife. he reproduced their moronic conversation word by word. but he can’t take two hours off that lousy corporate office to get his A/C right after the disaster he invited by not listening.
and when i said no, he started calling me names. and he kept doing it. and i kept saying NO, i won’t go.
of course i didn’t go. later, he will probably say it was a joke.
so what are friends for? for calling them names, even if they aren’t actually that bad. after all, i could have posted the A/C pics here. because the real joke is the hole they left in his roof, and the patched support they built on his balcony.