In the hopes of
speeding along our chances of selling our house, we’ve been having two ceilings
and a bathroom floor refurbished. We hired a company who had done an excellent
job on our living room ceiling a couple of years ago after some water damage.
We found
ourselves wondering if this was the same group.
This team was
made up of young men who looked as though they’d taken time off from their 9th
grade history class to sporadically scrape our ceilings and alternatively sit
in their car staring at their phones. Turned out one of them was the son of the
guy overseeing the job and I suspect he and his cohort were learning on the
job.
At the end of
Monday we waded past the plastic sheets
shrouding our kitchen to see what
they’d been up to all day. Rather than a smooth finish that would gladden the
heart of our future buyers, we found stalactites of spackle that rivaled the
ceilings of the Howe Caverns. This was apparently the “rough hand” style that
he said we’d signed up for.
Additionally,
the crack in the ceiling of aging seam tape was still visible, defeating the
reason for the repair in the first place.
Three days of
constant inspection and rejection by My Hero and we finally achieved a reasonable
facsimile of what we were after.
Meanwhile,
thanks to the design of our house in which you go through one room to get to
the next, we lived like refugees on the porch or cut across the back yard to
get to the basement and the only accessible bathroom. Anything upstairs –
bathrooms, change of clothes, privacy - was unreachable until evening arrived.
A solid day of cold rain and caterpillar goop all over the yard on Tuesday made
everything that much more challenging.
Adding to
this was the game-show host behavior of the foreman who thought charm and
jolliness was the way to handle this grumpy retired couple. Wrong.
Oh, and the
(currently unpaid) bill included:
Removal of
kitchen furniture - we did it.
Removal/painting
of crown molding – never happened
Removal/reinstallation of toilet - they couldn’t loosen the bolts
Underlayment
for bathroom floor – not necessary
Today I
lounged in bed till 7:30, wandered
around in PJs until 10, and went to the bathroom without a trip outdoors. Life is
good again.
after working for many people who had thought remodeling their house was a good idea, I determined I would never do that. easy to say. the small bathroom her needs re-doing as all the old pipes are clogged with rust after last winter's deep freeze. ugh.
ReplyDeleteAny one who has ever had contractors in will empathise. To the max. Did they clean up after themselves? Properly?
ReplyDeleteYes, they did a good job there (she said grudgingly) even if they had to borrow my vacuum to do it.
DeleteHow disappointing.I went through two remodels at the old house, and our contractor was always the best. In the beginning he was the employee, and in the end he was the owner, but always the same. Honest and thorough.
ReplyDeleteBeing able to wander around in your PJs is the best part of reading this. Sounds like that contractor thought he could rip off an old couple.
ReplyDeleteSigh. Thank you for reminding me that there are benefits to renting. But as your title says, you are free at last! :-)
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