Yes, but can he fit through the hole?

If you've been following the part about the flood, locusts, roof leaks, you must know by now the asbestos found in the attic needed to come out before they could manage repairs. Who are they? The magical workers that were sent by the insurance company.  All 11 of them.

The first batch was the emergency crew to assess and remove any water. They were quick, to the point and took photos of the river because I have a nice view...Helpful? The second was a lady in training, not waiting, just training. She took photos of the situation, the Dalmatian, the river, my new fridge...She wasn't quite cooked yet so they sent another. He stuck his head in the attic hole and declared it filled with what could be asbestos. By God the man was brilliant!

I had been flapping my mouth since the beginning that there was vermiculite in the attic and that it "may" be a source of asbestos.  After 3 months they sent in a lab tech to test it, and wouldn't you know it? There is asbestos in them there hole. By God I'm brilliant!  Now if only I could use these powers for good, like writing a blog...

The next guy that came to evaluate how the actual asbestos plastic corridors would be set up was a genius. He called the dog a Whippet, he asked if the house was passed down from family, he said not to worry all our furniture and things would be moved and protected by the workers. He spoke to Johnny Depp in English, he was kind and very funny.

Another thing about him? He made Dwayne The Rock Johnson look like an anorexic ballerina. Being subtle and of gentile nature, I timidly asked him, practicing my social skills;


"YOU'RE NEVER GONNA FIT THROUGH THAT HOLE ARE YOU?  I MEAN THE ATTIC WILL CAVE IN. WHERE DID YOU PARK YOUR HUMMER?- No offense"

Brilliant Kathleen, just never not shut up.

He laughed, really laughed and said no he didn't think he'd fit either.

He sent the actual workers this week. Tiny shouldered people who work their asbestos unafraid asses off.

Bless them and the tough line of work they do...Even the one who thought I gave a good goddamn about football and went on and on about whatever it was he was talking about...Bless him too.

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