I'd love to help but I am all outta giveafucks. My daily quota got used up talking to braindeads on the phone. The last one... I tried to arrange a time for a quote on a paving job and I tried to tell this guy that I was not available from 9:30h to 11:30h every day. He tried to tell me that I had to be present so he would know what I wanted done before he could quote. Over and over. Finally, I said, you call me before you come so that you know I will be home. Yes. Yes, I *AM* serious. Before that, I called about another job... brick chimney repointing. Got an answering machine. Leave your name, and so on, and then he sang a verse from the Sweep song in the Mary Poppins movie. Yes. Yes, I *AM* serious. I think he has breathed too many fumes from chimney sweeping. I even called back and recorded it on my digital recorder as evidence if the guys in the white coats came for me. I got a half dozen stories from just the last two hours.

Not that anyone givesafuck.