Well. I knew today was going to be a rotten day. I just didn't know how. At least there was a little good to go with the bad.
I went in to meet my dad's boss today. For this being what I expected to go down spectacularly wrong (for whatever reason) it turned out just fine. The roofing jobs have been put on delay, as it's currently above 115 Farenheit on a shingled roof, but there is other work to do. Next week sometime I'm going to be gutting a house (read to mean, smashing the hell out of it with a big hammer, and getting paid to do it.) He's got a couple other people that I can do work for when they need help as well. It's a minimum wage type situation, but it's also straight cash under the table. So that went surprisingly well, by all accounts.
The problems came when I got home. Almost predictably, in hindsight, when I called Lindsay to talk about it. She was a little upset when I said that I might stay in Lansing a while longer than planned for some of these jobs and since I might have a job. Due to stress on both sides, this somehow devolved into a long argument and it's not been resolved yet. Wonderful.
I can't even express how today is going to hell already.