Good: Spent the afternoon with Cat yesterday. Our relationship is quite solid and stable but we do grate on each other's nerves somewhat. We are both opinionated and neither one of us likes to back off. However, age and wisdom have taught me to be the 'bigger' person and to back off when things start to get hot under the collar. I keep telling myself, "Give a little, back off, let her make her own decisions but still try to be supportive." Some of the decisions she is making right now make me want to put her in a straight jacket but then I remind myself that she is young, that she has to make her own mistakes, and that I don't always get to have the last word. It's difficult to let go of that bad habit LOL Cat has made some pretty bad mistakes in her young life, a different kind of mistake than the type I have made. My mistakes have centered around the effects of other people and poor financial management whereas Cat's mistakes tend to center more around activities that are bad for her health ..... and poor financial management. Oh gosh, I suppose you can throw dubious people into the mix there as well. Yep, looks like Cat is a clone of me except for the health part.
Bad: My home space is still being invaded by workmen who are as slow as molasses when it comes to getting this current project completed. I am beginning to let my attitude get the better of me and it is difficult for me to conceal my displeasure especially when work that has already been done is being torn out because of ......
Ugly: PLUMBING LEAKS!!! I stuck Cat in the shower last night to test the first completed bathroom and, oh boy wouldn't you know it, the damn plumbing behind the wall leaks. The water came down through the ceiling and walls of the bathroom below, currently 75% completed. Today, the walls are being ripped out, all the new painted drywall is lying out in the trash heap and the workers have copped an attitude. Lots of heavy sighing and weird loud singing out in the garage. I am in OCD despair. I just want my haven back. I don't want these people traipsing through my house making one huge mess after another. I don't want them continually shacking up in my bathroom. As I type, someone is up there taking another crap. I can't describe just how many times I have cleaned up the same areas in the house, over and over and over again, as this construction project grinds on and the same messes are continually being made. It is beyond ridiculous and I am taking my frustration out on the people around me. Today, the 'foreman' of the project actually had the gall to note that I seem 'stressed'. Ha, you think? I have headache, jawache, shoulderache ... yeah I'm STRESSED. I AM DONE. You have been in my house since the beginning of August, on a job that you told me would take 'two weeks'. Almost 3 months later, you are still here. I think that would wear on ANYONE.
Update 2:10pm: The foreman is off somewhere dealing with yet another personal issue. His life is full of 'personal issues' which today encompasses a car accident he had the other day. He had to go off and meet the other party at a bar to exchange cash for an under-the-table car body fix. Never mind the fact that our project is full of incomplete tasks, like painting, grouting, plumbing redos, etc etc ..... this guy is off yet again wasting still more time.
Imagine my indignance then when his coworker asked me if I would give them the final payment for the job today and to 'trust' that they will finish up the rest of the job. Say what?!? NO. NO NO AND NO. Final payment .... seriously? No way. I have a bathroom upstairs with half a wall missing and leaky plumbing. And you want money? What are you smoking on?
Immediately after having this conversation about not providing them with the final payment, the coworker took to his car with his phone to call his 'uncle'. No doubt he was calling the foreman. Once back inside the house, he proceeded to use the restroom AGAIN and then informed me that he was bailing out for the day and would be back tomorrow. At this point, I am feeling sick and stressed. I want to sit on my sofa and drink. I really have no problem with these guys leaving for the day, feeling as rough as I do right now. As time drags on, these guys' work ethic gets worse and worse. Today, they rolled in at 10am, took an hour for lunch and are now gone. It's 2:30pm. In what universe could that even be considered a work day?
They are not getting their final payment until every tile is grouted, every door and window painted, all plumbing fully functional, bathroom fixtures back in place .... the whole deal finished. They have left a bunch of tools here so I am quite sure they will return tomorrow ...........
And this is why you check...
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