During the whole suckie contractor situation, the appliance lady kept insisting that she wished we had gone with this guy who does so much work in our town. His storefront is not far from our home. Oh, believe me my rear end was sore from all the imaginary kicking of myself I was doing.
Now I am not so sure that I needed to kick myself so hard. Perhaps I should have geared my kicking elsewhere. Insert: heaviest sigh imaginable.
The new contractor, who I will now refer to as Mr. Italy or just Italy because that is where he is from, seemed to know his stuff. He pointed out things that suckie had messed up - stuff that we hadn't even caught.
Remember the two cabinets that couldn't open at the same time, because suckie hadn't utilized a spacer? Mr. Italy agreed to take the cabinets down, insert a spacer, and put the cabinets back up. I was excited.
I made a list of all of the stuff that still needed to be handled. Most of it was itty bitty stuff. Put a dimmer switch in the kitchen so we can stop getting a sunburn when the light fixture over the table is on. I emailed Italy this list per his request and he came over to have me sign a contract. Of course, he wanted money. Oh, how I wish these contractors could just be paid when the work was complete.
Italy and his people have done a few things. Literally. A few. There are a few plate covers on the outlets that hd no plate covers. The cabinet spacer thing has been fixed. Both cabinets can open now.
Most of the time, I just wait. I text Mr. Italy. 'Anyone coming today?' He is all smiles and jokes and assurances in his thick accent. I was hosting two parties over the weekend. He assured me that the work would be done before the main party. Guess what? Not even close.
|Note the light fixture in the background.|
It is typically off, because we would
need to don sunglasses until they put
in a damn dimmer switch. Coach could
do this, but the man doesn't have
time to put his laundry away.
Remember the leaking ceiling? The damn ice dam? Then the kids' bathroom that started to leak into the kitchen? (Did I ever tell you about this? Can't find a post to share).
Italy checked out the kids' bathroom. He told Coach that the floor of the shower needed to be replaced. This is a shower that was just done about 6 years ago. By a professional. Not sure if I should laugh or cry here. Coach wanted to continue to attempt to seal the bathroom shower floor. His re-grout or re-seal job had kept the ceiling from leaking into the kitchen for about 5 weeks. I wanted it to be fixed properly. I believe that Italy does things correctly. It just takes a long time for he and his people to show up. Sound familiar? So for $2,500 we are getting a new shower floor.
The shower was torn up on Labor Day. Weird, I know. The workers were shocked at what they saw. I think we are lucky that the shower didn't crash into the kitchen at some point. There was mold. There were worms. Gross doesn't begin to cover it. I assume that Coach and I have the same issue in our shower, because the same guy did that. The only difference: 2 showers a day vs. 6 kid showers a day. So the shower started on Sept 3rd. The kids are scoring showers in other available bathrooms. Yes, that is just as crazy convenient as you are imagining it to be. So much for 3 days.
Nothing was done in the kitchen while a bathroom floor dried. NOTHING. I texted Mr. Italy yesterday. 'I really did not expect to text every day and beg for the work to be completed in my house.' He texted back that he was coming later in the day. No show. This morning I texted, 'Today?' He texted back 'yes'. He was here for 5 minutes at 4:00. I was busy handing off a baby to a mom, so I didn't speak to him. Besides my vocab is limited in situations like this to 4 letter words. .
At a loss. In more ways than one.