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Morons!

The damn fools that own this building have come in and painted all of the window panes. How very nice of them. Hey, got quite a bit of blue paint on all the windows, but they’ve given it their best shot.

Nonetheless, they've neglected to open the windows a crack while doing it, which means that they effectively glued it shut and now – despite significant effort on my behalf – I can't open my bloody thing!

The one thing that makes working in this godforsaken converted warehouse bearable and they take it away from me! It's projected to be 33°C today! This building has been shut up since Friday and it's like a sauna already!

This calls for my friend the angry protestor:



[Note: seriously, if anyone knows how to crack one of these mothers open, I'd be most grateful!]
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Sue said…
To break the seal of the paint, push the blade of a stiff putty knife or paint scraper into the joint, cutting straight in through the paint. If it is really hard to budge, it might be necessary to lightly tap the knife with a hammer to force the blade in. If the window was painted on the outside as well, you will need to do it outside too to break the seal.
Hope that helps.
I had the same trouble here once.
Good luck!
17 March 2008 at 16:45
Kris McCracken said…
Thanks for that. I forced it open with a paint scraper they had laying around.

I even managed to avoid chipping their paint, but that would have been no less then they deserved!
17 March 2008 at 20:22
Unknown said…
It is amazing, isn't it, how lazy or unthoughtful people can be. I mean reall, who paints a window shut? We had it happen to us here as well.
26 March 2008 at 13:16
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