Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Counter Attack II...

Well, the moron twins ("We're not twins") showed up today with the kitchen counters and, guess what? SURPRISE! They fucked them up. They put in the top for the kitchen island and for the desk area, no problem. Then they brought in the big one with the sink attached to it, and it didn't fit. It came up a little short... like their DNA strands. So they put it back on the truck and said, "Hmm... they must've cut it wrong or something. We'll have to order a new one... probably gonna take a little while." That's okay, guys. Counters and sinks are overrated. I love washing all the dishes in the pedestal sink right next to the place where my whole family sits to void their respective colons.

Oh, and they also fucked up the countertop in the family room. There was this little wet-bar area there, very "Bewitched," and we had them remove the sink so we could make it a nice solid surface for wine and shit. They installed the top... unfortunately it was the wrong solid surface. They put in the same top as the kitchen, which doesn't match the completely different color scheme in the family room. I mean, I don't want to sound like a dick but dudes, there were like four counters to install. Would it kill you to check the work order before drilling and cutting and gluing shit all over the inside of my house.

You know, I made a conscious effort not to stand there and watch them install everything because I thought it would be disrespectful, like I was surveying their every move to make sure they wouldn't fuck up. Good idea. It really pays to be conscientious, doesn't it?

So it's back to plywood boards for counters and washing dishes next to the crapper for who knows how many more fucking weeks. You know, I'm actually starting to like the simplicity of it all. I'm thinking of breaking out the windows and covering the openings up with clear plastic tarps and wheeling in a coupla yards of dirt for the floors. Build us a nice firepit near the microwave, maybe get a mini-bike to ride around in there... a three-legged dog with a rheumy eye.

Why do I have a sudden craving for a pickled egg?

4 comments:

Kim said...

I'm tellin' ya...one month turns into three, turns into five...and so on. Renovations suck.

Anonymous said...

Honey, lodge a complaint with the BBB.

EOB said...

My neighbor has either had nightmare contractors, or is the nightmare, himself. His roof, hardwood floors and windows have been "in the works" for over three years as he keeps hiring, firing and bringing different guys to various licensing hearings and the such. I had roof stuff done and hardwood floors done, and loved my guys and recommended them. He found some reason not to hire them, but then seeks sympathy from me every time he goes up on the roof to scream at a new set of workers he hires for their shoddy craftsmanship and then has it out with their bosses later in the day... and over the next few weeks and months. Granted, I could be too dumb to see the mistakes that my guys might have done, but I'm not blessed with his knowledge as an engineer. Nor am I blessed with his bigotry. He's originally from Bulgaria (or is it Romania?) and finally stopped using disparaging terms for Mexicans when he realized the wife is one of them, but still feels comfortable bad-mouthing the Korean and Russian laborers based on their blood lines. But after many photos and hearings, I think he's gotten his money back from every fired contractor. So, if you want the simple life for a few more years, you may find satisfaction in that. But based on your track record with the BBQ beef sandwiches, I don't see that happening.

crabbydad said...

Well, they put the stove in today, at least. And it works, even. And apparently, they're putting the counter in tomorrow, which I don't understand, but if it looks all right, I'm not complaining. Who knows? Maybe this'll actually end up working out peachy. Then again, it'll probably just be another BBQ beef sandwich.