So. He and I run the department like duel emperors. He's my superior, certainly, and he's better at gathering information silently without letting on how much he doesn't know. I am, as usual, not the elegant presence I might hope to be, but young and fumbling, often angry and biting, but willing, perhaps too willing, to ask when I don't know. And
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I've been waitressing at a restaurant lately and the food is by and large fresh and fantastic. But they have oatmeal on the menu - you know the fast kind of slime and glop? I cringe with inner apology every time I have to serve it.
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But I'm wondering: Why *paint* the antique desk, rather than refinishing with a stain, varnish, or lacquer?
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And, yeah, it's a truckload o' work to get a piece ready for refinishing. (The mantels I'm intermittently working on now have multiple layers of paint, the oldest of which are some horrid lead-based compound from the turn of the century that was applied w/o primer and turns to mucky sludge when stripper is applied.)
Should you ever want to try it, though, my Dremel would be happy to pay you a visit when it's sanding time.
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