Our house is so so close to being complete. And amazingly, only 3 1/2 months overdue and 26.8% over budget! Our contractor was so precise! Call us, we will give you his name.
Jill has been doing the heavy lifting of dealing with him, his crew, the bank, shopping for furniture, picking grout, etc. I have been doing my part, by, well, microwaving a bunch of fatty foods and putting it on disposable plates. You're welcome.
My other duty has been to talk Jill off the edge on the multiple occasions when strangling-the-life out of our contractor would not only be justified, it might be necessary (and possibly ethically required for the community).
Last Friday, which on our contractor's revised, updated, and amended schedule (version 7) was when our appliances were supposed to be installed and ready to go, I came home and none of them were.
Jill was both calm and amused.
"Jill, where are our appliances?"
"Jimminy Bob (not even remotely his real name...nor am I sure why that fake name came to me...but I digress) sent over the Three Stooges today. They were scheduled to arrive at 8 am and came at 3 pm. The people installing the dishwasher didn't have the right hoses. The grout guy ran out of grout about halfway through the job. The guy installing the disposal didn't understand how it worked. And nobody seemed to think it was their job to install the oven. The new microwave works."
NOTE: the new microwave does work, and it works well. We can microwave the HELL out of food now. And we have been having microwave races against the 23-year-old microwave. It cooks popcorn like seven minutes faster! But I digress again... And, the fabulous new microwave does not change the amount of frozen, salty, fatty foods we have been eating, just gets it to us faster.
"Did you talk to Jimminy Bob? And technically, that sounds like at least five or six stooges."
"I texted him about the oven. He told me the screws they had for the vent hood were counter-clockwise, so that couldn't go in, but that the oven 'should be operational.' I pointed out that it was in a box in the garage, so it might not have all available functionality."
I love my wife. But I really want to smack Jimminy Bob upside his head. I know. I won't really. Not until he finishes. Call us for his number!
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