A recent text message that I sent to my sister…
“I need to vent.
Before this bathroom reno, the contractor said he was going to do this job ‘as quickly as possible.’ I’ve learned over the past seven weeks that ‘QUICKLY’ is subjective.
SEVEN. FUCKING. WEEKS. And they’re not done. Because they came in to fix a fuck-up (fuck-up number 40571845 in the past few weeks!) and just informed me that there’s a leak in the tub. Just as I was thinking, “well, that’s what started this whole disaster in the first place so you better fix it,” he tells me there’s a CRACK IN MY TUB. How does that even happen?!
I’m so done right now. They replaced the fan and didn’t install it properly. They ruined my hallway walls with their mud and grout. They took chunks out of my walls. And they didn’t even finish the first bathroom before they started on my second bathroom. They have used my son’s face cloth for their toxic putty and other shit. They’ve ruined every single door mat I own. They’ve stained my bathroom mats. I’ve told them daily that the cat is not allowed outside, only to find the front door and garage door wide open! They show up whenever they want – which is usually about 2hrs in the mornings and 2hrs in the afternoons. And they’ve gone missing and don’t show up for 3 days at a time.
And now, just when we thought we were finally done, they tell me there’s a crack in my god damn tub!
MM is fucking livid! And so am I.
I just want them to get their shit done and get the fuck outta my house!”
“THAT IS FUCKING BULLSHIT.”
My sentiments exactly.
And that’s all I’m going to say about that.