I am so sick of plaster
Today Dad and I took a big load of plaster to the dump. We took out plaster from the walls of the two closets upstairs and cleaned up the plaster from the ceiling in the back. So now I've demolished every wall upstairs except one.
When went to get doors for the closets Thursday with Greg, I was measuring the openings for the doors and realized that I should probably re-drywall them. They were pretty messed up. Not really as salvageable as I thought.
Get this tho: When we pulled up to the dump, the guy working there asked to see Maryland ID. But when I pulled out my wallet, he said he had to see it from the driver, not the passenger. "But I live in Baltimore City. I don't have a truck.... I have trash. And I have a someone who owns a truck who wants to help me." He tried to explain it too us for a few minutes and the more he talked, the less I understood. Eventually he let us dump there but warned that next time we might get turned away. A while later I think I realized what he was trying to say was that he's seen people who get turned away leave, switch seats in the car and drive back in. Stupid law. It seems to me if my Dad wanted to dump a truck load of plaster, he wouldn't drive to Baltimore City to do it. Either way, I got to dump my stuff.