In the Net Worth van, Brian offers to be the PM. John asks if anyone else wants to, and no one does, so that's that for that. Brian interviews that having been in real estate and having sold motels, he figures he can do it. Um. Okay. Oh, and he's "from New Jersey." So that's expertise right there. You know who should have been the PM? Sars. ["First order of business at Sars Corp.: Gagging Kristen with a boardwalk funnel cake." -- Sars] Anyway, Kristen tells us that she was unhappy as soon as she found out Brian would be the PM, because she's known "for a while" that she didn't like him. Like, for probably a lot of the three days she's known him. She also calls him "a problem child." As the group approaches its exit on the freeway, Brian talks about how Craig is a shoeshine guy, and if they could get him a chair and set up some hours, that would be a nice touch. Do people wear shine-worthy shoes to the beach? In New Jersey? Because...I don't think so. Anyway, Kristen looks disgusted, and disgusted she is as she tells us that Brian has "security issues," and "people like that cannot lead." But she chose not to "start a fight with Brian." We'll see how long she sticks to that conviction.
At the shore, there is windsurfing. In October. In New Jersey. Huh. Net Worth squeals as it pulls up to the Surfside Motel, its home for the weekend. "Oh, it's cuuuute!" Tana cries. Angie calls it "yellow and turquoise and beachy and fun." And then they get out of the van for a closer look. And she says that "the first thing [she] noticed was the smell." That's not good news right there, really, because I doubt it was the smell of flowers. Tara points out that "jaws dropped" at the condition of the carpets, the mildew, and the general "state of disrepair" that the place had about it. As they look around the paneling-and-Astroturf wasteland, John mostly-deadpans, "I just want to know where we're putting the shoeshine stand." Heh. Oh, that did make me laugh. Audrey, sounding like she's on the second day of a three-day Flu of Death, snorfles into the phone that she needs a dumpster at the motel immediately. And not just for her discarded tissues. She tells us that she knew this was a priority, because there obviously was going to be plenty of trash. And not just the women on the team. Rimshot! Audrey also reports that for $700, the dumpster people will come and clean everything out themselves. Kristen tries to apply the brakes, saying that she thinks they need to sit down and do a budget before they start spending money. As she explains, she's been put in charge of budget, and sees that as the most important part of the task, given the big job and limited funds. With the support of some of the rest of the team, though, Brian tells Audrey to go ahead with the dumpster, because at that price, they do need to get it here and start getting rid of the junk. Kristen starts out with the passive-aggressive by saying that she doesn't do things like that, but if they want to, she won't "take the burden on [her] shoulders." Of course, what she should be doing is figuring out how to then accommodate that as well as she can, but no, she'd rather disassociate herself. Brian interviews that Kristen "was shooting her mouth off" from the very opening of the task. "I think she forgets that I'm the project manager," he says. Oh, I don't think she forgets. Kristen snots (but not in the same literal way that Audrey snots) that they can just go ahead with it their way if they want to, even though she's "worked on projects like this a lot." What, emergency motel renovations? You have? Settle down, pinchy-girl. Because...again with the phenomenon of being right and still being really hard to take.