Construction and Industrial Articles
posted on 9 February 2012
I've worked with oil tank installation companies in the past and I'm used to hard work, but I do remember one (non-professional) clean up job and I'd like to recount it here. We had one of those restaurant-style dinner tables. The ones where it had the wrap bench in an L shape. My husband wanted to preserve the table top on it so he had a glass company make him a square piece of glass that perfectly covered the top. It was half inch thick, 3ft x 6ft long and very heavy. This table top had made it through two boys and three moves. But it could not make it through my little princess. One day while washing the dishes I had my princess coloring at the table. The table was behind me and I would look back and see her coloring away. Out of nowhere came this amazing crashing and shattering noise. I was very scared to look back but when I did there was my princess looking innocent, but on the floor was a million pieces of shattered glass. She had managed to push the glass onto the floor. That was the most insane thing I have ever had to clean up. Yelling for her to sit still, the whole time as I in my bare feet tried to make my way to her to put her in her playpen. Then sweeping and vacuuming and sweeping and vacuuming. For months I was pulling glass out of my feet. I would not let her in the kitchen anymore. |
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