Edit 11:07am ..... as if all of the above and preceding days weren't enough, a van load of people have shown up at my house to converse with the workers. Looks like family but ... they are all standing around out front, smoking ciggies and arguing. Looks like a picket. And now they want to show the family the work they have done. Too much.
Edit 2:11pm .... I provided a towel, laid in the bottom of the shower
pan, for the workers to stand on when they are working on the shower.
It's obvious what it's for. I laid it in there for OBVIOUS REASONS: to
keep the surface of the shower floor free of dirt, scrapes, scratches
and scuffs. I mean how long have these guys been doing this type of
work? Don't ask. I just walked in and there's the towel, thrown into
the corner, and both the workers standing in the friggin' shower with
their street shoes on. Yeah, I did. I snapped. Ordered them out and
threw the towel over the shower floor. I told them, "I would like these
fixtures to still look new by the time we are done here!!" >:<
represents the umpteenth time that I have had to protect both the
bathtub surfaces and the shower area. Last week, I walked into the
upstairs bathroom and caught Doofus standing on the edge of the new tub,
painting the ceiling. I could not believe my eyes. Any fool knows
.... never mind. Before that, he was sitting on the back of my clothes
dryer, on the top of the actual control panel. I've never seen anything
like this guy. I am in OCD hell.
Someone else who is in OCD hell is the spouse who hates it whenever someone snoops around his workbench and shelves. He has found many of his tools mixed in with the workers' and he has discovered that many of his screws, bolts, etc have been lifted from the workbench and used in this project. He doesn't mind that so much but he dislikes the fact that these guys are helping themselves to our stuff without asking. I just caught one of them snooping around his workbench again and, naturally, my tension is building to unhealthy levels.
This morning they pissed off one of my old timey neighbors. He was yelling at them for parking in front of his driveway and the helper was just mouthing off. Hey dude, I said. Don't be antagonistic.
Oh and actually, I have to laugh at this. The foreman is singing some sort of weird tune and, every so often, outbursts with "... when this fight is over ..." LOL
Yesterday, there was a kerfuffle over here regarding the worker who asked for the final payment on the job before it's even finished.
The 'foreman' showed back up right after the 'helper' left, wondering where he was at and straight away, I had the impression that I was being given a Laurel and Hardy routine. You know, the one where one blames the other and makes excuses to try and make it seem as though they're 'on your side'. I am just sick of these two and want them to leave. The foreman gave me lip service, telling me that his worker is just not going to work out because he's a messy and irresponsible worker. Apparently, he ruined a floor tile project at someone else's house and yet ... the foreman cleared off for hours at a time last week and left Doofus here to do mine. Hundreds of dollars in tile, mind you. Here. At my house. When the foreman left, he was exhibiting all the signs of someone who had had it up to the back teeth and yet, today, the pair of them are as thick as thieves.
For a change, instead of showing up mid morning today just in time for elevenses coffee break, the helper actually showed up close to the beginning of a normal work day, that is to say he showed up at 8:45am. He wasn't happy about it either and gave me a bit of expression attitude. I felt like saying, if you'd shown up every day at this time perhaps we'd be done by now.
The spouse, who knows a lot about a lot of stuff, leak tested the downstairs plumbing last night and thankfully deemed it leak free. That means that our downstairs bathroom should be fully functional today if these two get off the stick. I can smell paint, which means the helper is painting over dirty woodwork that should've been washed beforehand but wasn't. I am just past the point of caring and want these guys to finish up. I can clean up afterwards I guess.
The upstairs leaky bathroom, however, remains abandoned with plumbing exposed and people in and out using the toilet. I keep going on about that, I know, but this really grates on my nerves. In future, I will make a note to rent a Port-A-Potty. That should put paid to that. I don't mind cleaning up my family's urine but I draw a line at anyone else's and there is one guy in particular whose living conditions make me wonder because he piddles all over my new tile constantly. I reckon he must use the bathroom every 30 minutes which makes one of my kids think that there could be drugs involved. Wouldn't that just be the icing on the cake that is this project?
In other news, the kids are all doing well.
Cat is doing much better than she was when she first arrived back home. She is still financially reckless, that hasn't changed, but she seems to appreciate the value of a dollar more than she once did. I have told her that she has to treat her father and I as if we are already retired, that is to say we don't have the money to keep supporting her and buying her stuff, going shopping, buying food, eating in restaurants, the whole bit. And, in newly classic Quest style, I am sticking to my guns. If she suggests a fun day out somewhere, I ask her how much she thinks it will cost and how much is she going to contribute. That makes her think and the subject often will quickly change. The idea of the day trip is discarded because it won't be a free day out for her.
One of my other kids, the scientist, is fantastic with money. Very thoughtful and a good bargain shopper. Case in point: 2 for one deals and 80% off designer footwear. This kid looks a million bucks and has great taste and style. Always looks professional and successful. Yay.
The other kid who landed a plum job a little while ago continues to impress me as far as the professional life goes. The personal life? The jury is still out but no requests have been made for money and recent evidence points to increasing independence. I can but hope.
Finally, the new college attendee is getting lost in university life. I think there may be some adjustment issues here but I'm waiting on the sidelines to see if I can get a better look from a distance. Don't want to be a helicopter!! Looks like a case of too much work, not enough play, and, for this kid, that will only increase stress in the long term. I'll be able to better suss out the situation come November when school closes for Thanksgiving. Then, I can interrogate and figure out the lay of the land.
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