What is it, day Sixty-three? I’m throwing in the towel. This cup? This was left, ON MY PIANO (which is in my dining room, and not in the scope of construction), weeks ago by someone in the construction crew. I keep waiting for someone (other than ME) to notice it and do something about it. And the dust build-up is because, despite being told it would happen, nothing was tarped off before they gutted my kitchen. Â It’s clearly time for some Pickle Jars.
Remember me? I blog here? Or not. I’m throwing in the towel counting my summer days. It’s pointless and depressing. I’ve fallen into a pattern to survive hotel life, but it’s not creative. It’s more of a “lather, rinse, repeat” endeavor.
Progress on the house is achingly slow. Song and dance, people. That’s what we’ve been getting for weeks. IZ is meeting with our contractor in about an hour and all I can say is that it’s probably a very good thing it’s not ME meeting with him. I was outlining dead bodies on my kitchen floor weeks ago, you can imagine that I’m well past being diplomatic.
It’s beyond me. I know I run my own “business” differently. Customer service (and managing expectations) is a high priority for me, and I’ll confess I get a bit “Judgey” when I bump into poor customer service models. However, I don’t think I’m being completely a diva here—it’s been 7 weeks since the first insurance inspector walked through my door with the contractor and STILL there is no operating budget. And meanwhile, nearly every person (save the two guys who demolished my bathroom, they were AWESOME!) who has worked in my home in the past 2 months have treated it like a trash heap. You think I’m kidding? Um… how about this:
This is my stove, in my dining room (my dining room was unceremoniously dumped in my living room. . . ). The electrical cord is MINE, because the electrical has been cut and well, they needed some electrical. Why they didn’t bring their own cords is beyond me. Good thing I had one, eh? And the dustpan? I Have no idea who it belongs to. What I do know, is that it doesn’t belong stored in the handle of the roasting drawer on my stove!
I’ll spare you the photos of nails all over the floor in front of the only working bathroom in the house. Or the fact that they used my child’s room as a temporary (weeks!) holding place for the demolition debris. Really?
Yet, I’m get the distinct impression that these people destroying my home think I should be elated to be in a hotel room. And I don’t know how to express that living in a hotel room during what is usually my biggest month (both in terms of sales and production) with Mireio has nearly KILLED my business. That eating out every night has halted my weigh-loss progress (a journey I started 8 months ago, and I was approaching the 20lb mark!). I’ll be lucky to just maintain during this debacle. Or to express that my poor dog’s bowels have not been normal since she moved into a hotel. Or that poor IZ is working more hours, because he’s having to manage work (or non-work as the case may be) on the house in addition to his more than full-time job. That taking a dozen trips back and forth not only expends time and energy and money in gas—it’s emotionally debilitating and creatively draining to walk into what was once your home and now distinctly feels like a war-zone. Â I could go on…
Telling me that I’ll be happy when it’s all done doesn’t make me believe you. It makes me want to smack you. Or throw a spoon version of you in a pickle jar and shake it REAL HARD!
It’s a really good thing I’m not the one taking this meeting.
Shake vigorously, rinse, repeat. It may take several pickle jar sessions to impact stubbornly difficult individuals. Results may vary. Use on contractors will void any warranties on this VOODOO as they already have a side-deal with the devil.
I have no words.
I was stressed out over ONE day, so I can’t imagine how disturbing this would be. Actually, you describe it very well. NO TARPS?? You must be kidding. That would make me furious. It would one of many issues that would. Sending you hugs!
Irony–I got my Martha Stewart magazine last week that has this whole spread entitled, “Renovation Remedies: How to stop worrying about DUST, DIRT, and DAMAGE and love (or at least live in) your house during an overhaul.” Yeah, even Martha knows you tarp off rooms. And YES, I’ll be tearing out the article and pasting it up in my house.
We survived a kitchen reno a couple years ago (though the finishing touches showed up today). It was brutal and we weren’t even displaced. Sure, we cooked on a hot pan and in an electric frying pan in the living room for two months but we still got to sleep in our own beds and could keep a daily eye on dust…
As your friend, I hereby recognize the level of suck, your right to be incredibly perturbed, and go rummaging through my mental pantry, shouting over my shoulder, “Do you need more jars?”
I think I need more jars. New end date is 6-8 weeks.
I am so sorry you are having to go through this…my blood pressure went up just reading about it.
I’m sorry. I think that’s part of why I’ve not been writing this stuff… because this blog is supposed to bring joy, right? Crazy time!
I’m guessing that the people destroying your house think they’re very lucky to have you living in a hotel room rather than there staring at them all day. You will be lucky if that power cord doesn’t disappear….I’m not saying that the workers are intentional thieves…it’s just that when they pack up to leave the last time, they tend to pack up everything and leave.
Is there a reason you can’t move into a month to month rental apt/house?
When this first started, they constantly left tools in random places. Like, right in the middle of my kitchen floor. And I told IZ that I’m half tempted to just start pocketing tools that aren’t picked-up at the end of the day. And when asked, “have you seen our hammer?” I can say, “The hammer you left in the middle of the floor? I have NO idea where it is.” So, I should probably pick up MY tools, eh? 😀
And there isn’t a month-to-month deal to be had out here on the coast. Plus we have a dog and a cat. :S This is the best we can do. 😀
Ay…completely forgot where you live…those summer leases fill up the joint don’t they? I would be filled with misery too.
I keep trying to forget that I live here… but that doesn’t seem to work for me. *wink*