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They’re STILL here!

Wait — did I men­tion it? No, because I was try­ing not to whine.

We’ve had con­trac­tors here for weeks and weeks, repair­ing the bath­room that was slid­ing into the crawl space. 

No, real­ly. I have pic­tures. The floor was falling in, and the toi­let and sink were slid­ing in from one side, the tub from the oth­er.

There had been a crack on one of the tiled walls that was poor­ly repaired before we moved in. Some­one had tried to fill the crack with grout. That crack start­ed open­ing wider and wider, then we real­ized it was because the floor was get­ting low­er beneath it.

Turns out there was a long-time water leak in one of the walls that led to struc­tur­al dam­age. That got togeth­er with a whole lot­ta cracked floor beams, and thus we had the dance of the porce­lain enti­ties.

Any­way, that doesn’t explain why the con­trac­tors are still here after weeks. Espe­cial­ly why they’re here on a Sat­ur­day, and want to return tomor­row. Much less why they didn’t show up at all yes­ter­day (or call to say they weren’t com­ing), then called at about 6:45 while we were out hav­ing din­ner to let us know they were on the way to grout the floor tiles. Right then.

The head guy sound­ed sin­cere­ly sur­prised when I said no, and stuck with the no. Maybe that’s a nor­mal Fri­day night for him, but it isn’t my idea of a good time. Sam and I went on with our evening, much to the contractor’s dis­may. So they’re here today, instead. And will be here tomor­row morn­ing. And maybe Mon­day, too.

I’m mak­ing allowances for them find­ing a lot of unknown dam­age and hav­ing to sis­ter most of the beams under the liv­ing room and kitchen. I’m also not­ing that Mr. Bigshot didn’t see that dam­age when he did his inspec­tion, so he didn’t do a very good job of it. 

Yesterday’s lack of time­li­ness is typ­i­cal, though. There have been sev­er­al days in a row with absolute­ly no sign of these guys (when they said they’d be here), and no excus­es or expla­na­tions when they return. IF I can get hold of them, I’m just told, “You nev­er can tell in this busi­ness, man.” You can’t tell what? How late you’ll be out drink­ing each night? Whether you’ll be too hung over to work ’til 2 or 3pm? Whether you can afford gas to get to work?

In any case, the com­pa­ny won’t get a good ref­er­ence from as, as you can prob­a­bly tell. I didn’t hire them, so I can’t fire them – the land­lord is in charge there.

I did insist that I’m not clean­ing the car­pet they soiled, even though they offered me mon­ey to do so. My body isn’t up to it. 

After they’d hope­less­ly ruined the car­pet, I made sure the land­lord knew it – so we’re sup­posed to get new car­pet in the liv­ing room and hall, too.

But I real­ly want these guys out­ta my hair!

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