Remodeling a youth center for a slowly revitalizing area of the city looked great on a resume, but the reality of the project had been a non-stop headache. When Brian’s firm had offered him that particular assignment, he’d willingly said yes. Now he was beginning to think it had been a monumentally bad decision. Due to a conglomeration of small problems with zoning, demolition of parts of the old building, and contractors and suppliers, the whole thing was already behind schedule, and getting behinder-er. Brian smiled to himself at the thought of the non-word.
He was halfway home, sitting at a stoplight, when he reached for the cardboard tube he’d need when he got to his apartment. It wasn’t there. “Damn, damn, damn,” Brian swore under his breath. The blueprint with all the markups was in
