For the second time this week (first week in forever), I'm struck with this sharp throb of warning that I'm going down the wrong path.
This time, it relates to a painter coming over tomorrow to paint my living room/hallway. Younger guy, with two other guys I haven't met.
He's charging me half the price that other painters quoted me. And he's throwing in a couple of handyman jobs.
I've had dozens of contractors in my house lately. Three men from a flooring company resurfaced some of my rooms. The experience was so pleasant that I created an Angie's List account just to give them a positive review.
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But when the painter guy came over to work up the quote, I got an odd vibe then. It happened when I took him into the basement to show him part of the project. He looked around briefly...which, I guess, is normal, and then refocused on what I was saying. I also found him staring in the bathroom mirror while I tried to pull out the TV in the next room. He could've just been admiring my bathroom work. But I got this ... dull current?... right then.
Like that one time I tried to pull an electric plug out by the prongs.
Now that tomorrow is almost here, the "dull current" is more like a blaring car alarm in my head. Blinking lights and all. Something about tomorrow is all wrong.
Plus, I had that dream again...where I'm standing in scuba gear on the ledge of a one story brick building in the middle of the ocean, and I jump onto the whale's back because the crowd is cheering me on, knowing I'll drown if I go under because I can't swim. I drown. Again.
