It's one of those shows I cannot stop watching. It's like a train wreck...you see it coming, but are powerless to stop it...and, well, of course, the reason we HAVE reality television is because you really don't want to stop it...
Last week, Jeff met his match. A client who spent hours picking up tie wraps and bits of electrical tape left on his estate by Jeff's messy electrical subcontractor.
As much as I loved that guy -- Zoila, Jeff's maid, took the cake. Jeff was pitching a fit because there was dust on the bracket of the flat screen television in his bedroom...and Zoila said, in her heavy accent (often, they need subtitles for her) "I know it's dirty. I'll clean it. Shut up, Jeff."
Since they're all getting into the "merchandising" aspect of things nowadays -- BRAVO should sell t-shirts with Zoila's picture on the front and the words, "Shut Up, Jeff" embroidered underneath her face.
It's such a great metaphor for life...
HEY -- speaking of "reality television" -- don't forget to watch Project Runway tonight. On Lifetime.
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