Afternoon Redux

My Afternoons With Bill:

Bill showed up around 3:00 just when I thought I'd be able to slack off again and asked if I would help him in the barn with something. If I did he'd pay me for the whole 12 hours with 1 one hour break. I had nothing to loose seeing as I already slept.
So we locked up and off to the barn we trekked to set up some weird lights for some show he's working on. But Bill's favorite two things to do with me is either

A. Make me pick up something that would be much easier to move or carry with TWO people instead of one (see Giant Carpet, Roll of Fabric, Metal Poles)
and
B. Make me go somewhere he already knows I would 100% not go and that he could just as easily do without my anxiety. (see I'm afraid of heights)

He did both that day. He frequently asked me to move a ladder and stood there watching me move it rather than help. These ladders are of a height that falling off of would seriously injure. Of a height enough that I get nervous going to the top and not holding on to it. Which is exactly what Bill would have me do next.
One would think that because Bill knows where he needs the lights pointed he would just do it himself instead of making me move a heavy ladder climb up that ladder several times to refocus the light because I have NO IDEA where it's supposed to be pointed.

After the whole thing was over we went back over to the theater and Bill actually gave me a soda. We sat around and just chatted about stuff which really does reaffirm the idea that Bill is not a bad guy. He's a neat guy he is just so extremely under-qualified for his job that I feel that pain.


The End!

_Lynner