Me vs. The Expert

So, we had dinner at Mom and Dad's Sunday evening. During dinner, I had told my dad how the painting was coming along at the house. My dad was proud to hear that I had done some of the painting myself, but then offered his services. My dad is retired and, since golf season is coming to a close, has nothing to do. Because my dad is an expert painter and someone I love dearly, I happily hired him. His first day was yesterday.

He first came to the house around 11am. He decided his first task was to clean up the mess I had made the previous day. He assessed the damage, made note of the things he would need to get the job done and left. He returned with his painting gear and was ready to get busy.

Let me give you the differences between the Expert Painter (EP) and me (ME):

ME: Before painting, took down window treatments (I actually thought I was being fairly proactive and awesome with this task).
EP: Before painting, removed all chairs and anything else that might get in his way instead of just working around (and tripping over) like I did.
EP: Moved the table from the center of the room (might I also add he did all this without me noticing - I went into the room at one point to find furniture moved or gone - does he have Jedi powers?  That shit is heavy!).

ME: Tried to use a drop cloth, but once I moved, it did not move with me (hence, the reason we need new carpeting).
EP: Used more than one drop cloth, as well as had the drip tray in his other hand while he painted. Now that's talent!

EP: Painted with easy, graceful strokes. He even taught my 5-year-old how to paint like an expert.
ME: Not graceful. Not easy. Kind of painful once I had to paint above me.

I think I made the right decision retiring from painting. I'll stick to the job of picking paint colors.

Thanks for your help, Daddy! (And yes, I call him Daddy. Shut up.)