Confessions of a Serial Interviewer

Painters are Drunks, well high functioning alcoholics for the most parts.

Effective and efficient painters go to other jobs sites in between drying times, the ones I found didn’t.

Pubs and slot machines where was the typically cowpattie for these bar flies.

I had been a painter a few times. Once I worked with the college painters. You had a crew chief and were asked to show up with appropriate attire to differ location to work. It was okay though this one time, the lady had schedule the landscapers the same day we were painting her fence white. Afterwards her fence was speckled with green grass.

Soon after I began working for my fathers friends sisters painting company. We would paint inside and outside houses. It was okay, I got good at cutting, a method of placing paint close to the corners of a wall, rolling was difficult for me.

When someone had to use the washroom they would say “I gotta grind out a tuffy” a phrase coined by my coworker a man in his late 30s. He was a true tradesman, he would spend the majority of his time in Mexico partying and drinking.

He once told me in the plane ride home from Mexico he thought maybe he had an sti from sleeping around but it turned out he was severely dehydrated after drinking nothing but alcohol for a week.

I soon would learn drinking while working was a thing and started to develop a nasty habit of having a couple of wobbly pops at work then rolling the dice when I went home.

I recall on day working in an unfinished basement, my manger would use cottage cheese cartons to hold paint in while we worked, while holding on it slipped from my hands and fell on the cement, when I went to pick it up all the paint had dumped out.

Since that day whenever I hold a bottle of glass in my hand I use my pinky finger to support the glass and hold the glass with my other fingers that way no matter how tired, hungover or intoxicated I was I would never drop the paint again.