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I promised at least one person a recap of my week, so,
I had planned for last Friday to be an at home day while the plumber and the carpenter replaced the floor under the toilet in my lavette. The carpenter showed at noonish and told me the she could take out the toilet and tear up the floor but the plumber wouldn’t be able to make it until Monday. This would leave me with a big open sewer pipe in my bathroom… the one right off my bedroom… where I sleep. Ick. So, we waited for Monday. The carpenter came back and did her thing Monday, but the plumber had to be scheduled for Tuesday morning after 10am.
G and I had an appointment Tuesday morning and planned to be home by 9:30. At 10 we were expecting the flooring people to arrive for G’s office floor re-do. I think I explained that, since it is a complicated installation dealing with cement slabs and uneven concrete surfaces along with a step, I decided to pay a professional to deal with it so G wouldn’t be out of his office for two weeks while I dinked about with it. So, we moved all the furniture out and when we listened to the answering machine messages Tuesday morning, the flooring company had called and asked to confirm what day they were scheduled here. I called her back and explained, “in ten minutes.” Well, that was impossible because the man who is supposed to deliver the product didn’t have me on his schedule for the day before and the product needs to acclimate in the house for 12 hours before installation. We rescheduled for Wednesday morning.
The plumber came later Tuesday and then I was able to put my bathroom back in working order. Yay that!
Wednesday morning arrives and so do the workmen for the floor. I answer the door and the lead man hits me with a double whammy bad attitude and the distinct odour of eau de ashtray. To be honest, I can live with the scent of smoke on someone, but this man smelled like stale ashtrays that hadn’t been emptied for a week. Just ick. *shudders* I occasionally have those customers at work and it pains me to be near enough to serve them. So, Gruff Smelly Guy arrives in a huff and immediately starts complaining about the complexity of my job and how the sales person didn’t give him any warning and how he didn’t bring the right tools and how he would have to build the floor up 1.5 inches on one half of the room so the floor would sit correctly and not snap and how he needed to wait over the weekend for the cement to dry properly before he could install the flooring on top of the cement and how he would be back on Monday. *takes big breath before continuing*
So, here I am sitting in my incredibly chaotic house with a displaced partner who has taken over the kitchen table as his office desk. There is cement powder, dust and outdoor crap tracked all over my floor, the house smells and feels dirty despite the scented candles I’ve had burning almost constantly all this week. I’m just trying to breathe through it until next week is done. Optimistically, by then, I’ll have put Avalonne back in order and have peace in my home once more.
Outside of that, I’ve spent some lovely time with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pjack and naudiz this week, plus I’ve broken and streamlined G’s new customer tracking program, entered in a whole day full of data and, now I’m going to relax. I have to work tomorrow, so I want to just chill tonight.
*slumps back in chair*
I had planned for last Friday to be an at home day while the plumber and the carpenter replaced the floor under the toilet in my lavette. The carpenter showed at noonish and told me the she could take out the toilet and tear up the floor but the plumber wouldn’t be able to make it until Monday. This would leave me with a big open sewer pipe in my bathroom… the one right off my bedroom… where I sleep. Ick. So, we waited for Monday. The carpenter came back and did her thing Monday, but the plumber had to be scheduled for Tuesday morning after 10am.
G and I had an appointment Tuesday morning and planned to be home by 9:30. At 10 we were expecting the flooring people to arrive for G’s office floor re-do. I think I explained that, since it is a complicated installation dealing with cement slabs and uneven concrete surfaces along with a step, I decided to pay a professional to deal with it so G wouldn’t be out of his office for two weeks while I dinked about with it. So, we moved all the furniture out and when we listened to the answering machine messages Tuesday morning, the flooring company had called and asked to confirm what day they were scheduled here. I called her back and explained, “in ten minutes.” Well, that was impossible because the man who is supposed to deliver the product didn’t have me on his schedule for the day before and the product needs to acclimate in the house for 12 hours before installation. We rescheduled for Wednesday morning.
The plumber came later Tuesday and then I was able to put my bathroom back in working order. Yay that!
Wednesday morning arrives and so do the workmen for the floor. I answer the door and the lead man hits me with a double whammy bad attitude and the distinct odour of eau de ashtray. To be honest, I can live with the scent of smoke on someone, but this man smelled like stale ashtrays that hadn’t been emptied for a week. Just ick. *shudders* I occasionally have those customers at work and it pains me to be near enough to serve them. So, Gruff Smelly Guy arrives in a huff and immediately starts complaining about the complexity of my job and how the sales person didn’t give him any warning and how he didn’t bring the right tools and how he would have to build the floor up 1.5 inches on one half of the room so the floor would sit correctly and not snap and how he needed to wait over the weekend for the cement to dry properly before he could install the flooring on top of the cement and how he would be back on Monday. *takes big breath before continuing*
So, here I am sitting in my incredibly chaotic house with a displaced partner who has taken over the kitchen table as his office desk. There is cement powder, dust and outdoor crap tracked all over my floor, the house smells and feels dirty despite the scented candles I’ve had burning almost constantly all this week. I’m just trying to breathe through it until next week is done. Optimistically, by then, I’ll have put Avalonne back in order and have peace in my home once more.
Outside of that, I’ve spent some lovely time with
pjack and naudiz this week, plus I’ve broken and streamlined G’s new customer tracking program, entered in a whole day full of data and, now I’m going to relax. I have to work tomorrow, so I want to just chill tonight. *slumps back in chair*
