Carpentry Class

I’ve started an adult carpentry class and I’ve been getting pretty good at it! I promised myself I’d learn a new skill in the new year, and I’m feeling good, doing well, I’m making friends, life is great.

My main homie from the class is called Twitchy Steeve. He leaves and rejoins the class every 4 weeks.

This past while we’ve been making chairs. Steeve’s is a little wobbly, he doesn’t have as much practice. Mine is something really special. It pulls itself out for you. Don’t know how I did that, but we don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

Now, the chair is still a little bare bones, as I’m still adding the finishing touches (fine sanding, deciding what color to stain it), but it’s incredibly comfortable. It’s like it was made for me.

I generously offered my boy Steeve to take it for a spin. He declined. Seemed pretty shaky when doing it, but we do call him Twitchy Steeve. That’s alright. No harm, no foul, more chair for me. Not like he would understand its refined appeal anyway, but it's fine!

I fixed myself a cup of coffee from the class coffee pot. (we up) I’m mid sip, feeling that caffeine touch my soul when I hear my beautiful chair drag on the polished concrete. I’m thinking Steeve changed his mind on my generous offer. However, when I turned, he was nowhere to be found…

Maybe I was doing too much. Maybe I scared him off again. Maybe Steeve only stepped out and I’m overthinking. 

Another day we all wanted to try a “one day build” so we all made our own tool caddies. My caddy was the nicest in the class. It's something really special. It takes you where you need to go.

My mans Twitchy Steeve is back again.

Nobody really gets why he keeps signing back up. I don’t understand why he keeps getting the first-timers discount, when he was here a few days ago. We all know it’s him, we see his face. I tried prying into why he left this time. He says he just moved into the area, but we all joke like old friends.

We’re all working on another project, when Steeve asks me for my pocket hole jig. I tell him to just grab it from my tool caddy. Steeve is slightly put off, so I grab it for him, and go back to working on my own shit. 

After measuring some things, I notice I don’t hear him drilling so I look towards where he should be and he’s gone again! Steeve is gone, and so is my jig!

3 days later, Steeve comes crawling back, and he doesn’t even have my jig with him. Claims he never had it.

I gave a lot of mercy to put up with Steeve’s odd antics, but now he owes me 20 bucks and he’s lying to me about it. What’s his fucking problem?!