Friday, September 14, 2007

Seeing Red

A very timely thing happened today. As I mentioned earlier this week, I have been trying to get in touch with my anger and the perfect situation presented itself in the form of contractors who are trying to FUCK WITH MY LIFE.

The kitchen project has been, up until today, going swimmingly. Many days I am required to be out of the house and today was one of those. I packed up my girls, all their crap and got myself together enough to leave the house by 7:45 a.m. (no matter that it has been several days since I have seen the inside of a shower and my jeans are so filthy that they are fixin' to get up and walk around on their own) I was running early! Am wonderful mother and model wife. All people should have themselves together like I do! Am very impressed with self.

I left the door open for the drywall guys and called David to have him call the head guy and tell him that his wife is an amazing person who got herself out of his way early so please come on in. He made the call and the guy was out on the ocean fishing, but not to worry, his guys were on the case and will let themselves in. All is peachy.

I spent my day hanging out at my friends house and then at my mother's for naps and so I could get a few hours of actual work in. The day dragged on. and on. Finally, it approached 4:00, the hour I could come home. I found this on the door:


For those without super-human vision it says:
Good Morning.
I was here from 8:00-8:30 this morning to work on your kitchen. Please call me so we can set up another time.
Thanks,
Pete
That cannot have said what I think it said. Can it? You mean....HE DIDN'T EFFING DRYWALL THE EFFING KITCHEN BECAUSE HIS EFFING BOSS WAS EFFING FISHING AND DIDN'T TELL HIM TO COME IN AND BECAUSE I AM SO EFFING EFFICIENT HE THOUGHT WE DIDN'T WANT HIM TODAY?
So. Now the schedule is screwed. I have to paint. I have to get the floor installed. I have to make an appointment with a shrink. I wasted an entire day for these imbeciles?
I can't write any more right now. My head just exploded.
P.S. Why are my paragraphs not separating right? The formatting on this looks awful. All apologies.

6 Comments:

Blogger katydidnot said...

i think i will maybe remodel my kitchen just so i have something to blog about. i have writer's block. paragraph formatting is the least of your woes. i'm with you sistah.

my verification word is:

tyschdyx

i think it means..thank you...such dicks! for the drywallers who didn't drywall.

6:16 PM  
Blogger Kian said...

Oh. Oh my. Oh that man needs to be plastered with a drywall hammer.

And then used as fish bait.

9:08 PM  
Blogger MomSmoo said...

Um, I am so sorry. All renovations seem to be an invite for counseling, but kitchens are by far the worst.

Hopefully you get the drywall guys in to finish up soon.

6:23 AM  
Blogger Lesley said...

OMG! Renovations are stressful enough on anyone but when you throw in a couple kiddies who are underfoot and need to be re-routed during the renos...ay yi yi...what a dumbass! I can't believe that actually happened!

7:32 AM  
Blogger Dawn B said...

I wish my husband and I lived closer because he'd be there in a NY..err...MD minute!!!! lol He does fantastic work. Good luck! And yes yes throw a hammer at him.

8:11 PM  
Blogger mommy~dearest said...

Awesome. Methinks you should unleash the hounds on him. A couple of pooey diapers stashed in the toolbox, perhaps?

7:59 AM  

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