LOL, well drywall guys and contractor were both treated to my displeasure today.
First, I should say that the drywall guys maybe are putting in 2-1/2 hours a day, tops, and that's stretching it. Contractor had specifically stated that it would take 3 days for the mud/tape process, which I am aware of since this is probably the 10th room (counting both houses) that we've had remodeled. They hung drywall Tuesday and did mud/tape Wed, Thurs, and today. Yesterday one drywall guy told me specifically that they would "finish up" today.
Day didn't start out really great because dude also said yesterday that they would be here in the afternoon. So, we did our usual morning routine. I was downstairs at 5:30 doing my step aerobics, got upstairs and changed into yesterday's clothes so Arlo and I could take our walk. I was just getting ready to get Arlo on lead and leave when I thought I spotted their work truck coming up our side street and did utter an "Oh, eff" that they were here already. Hub, at least, had showered right after he got up. I wait until after I've walked both dogs so I don't pit out and ruin the positive effect of showering. So, I dashed out and told them I needed like 5 minutes to get things together so that Arlo and I could head out. While I was switching dogs, I heard Hub tell one of the workers that in about an hour, I would need in the kitchen to get oj, milk and butter so I could get our breakfasts fixed and heard that guy say no problem. So I walk Missy, shower, brush teeth and hair and dress and head out to the kitchen. They had the fridge so I couldn't even open the doors so I asked them to move it a bit so I could get stuff out. The other worker told me he needed 5 minutes. Well, he pulled that crap on Tuesday when Arlo needed to go out. I waited 10 minutes and then he said "Do you want your walls sheet rocked or not?" so I ended up putting Arlo on lead and walking him around to the side to get him in the yard. Then they were bent out of shape because they couldn't leave the gate open. So I've not been real thrilled with the drywall guys. Anyway, when the dude told me 5 minutes, I stayed where I was. He started motioning that I needed to leave the kitchen and I just had had enough. I straightened up as high as I could and told him "No, I am NOT leaving until I get what I need out of the refrigerator." He waved his hand at me again. I repeated myself and again he waved his hand. So I again repeated myself, this time pretty bitchy. Evidently he got the message as he moved the fridge so I could get what I needed. Probably took me all of 90 seconds to get milk and juice poured and toast buttered and I was out of there for the duration of the time they were here working. I will also state that this is the first time I've been in the kitchen while the drywalled's have been working so they cannot say that I've been a pest. Who wants to be in there with all that mud flying around? Sheesh.
Anyway, it looked, an hour or so later, they were packing up so I poked my head through the doorway and asked the other worker, who is much friendlier, if they were done. He said they would be back on Monday which shocked me since he had told me the day prior that they would finish today. I asked him when they would finish and he said "Wednesday we'll be done." Honestly, I just wanted to cry as that means another 2 weeks minimum to get back in the kitchen and a total of 7 working days to drywall a very small kitchen. Well, duh, if you're only working 2-1/2 hours a day, 7 days is probably about right.
So, Hub and I talked and I sent contractor a text. Explained to him that: A) I cannot get into Sew & Sew, where I have work to do because they have that entrance all sealed off, I can't get the dogs out the door and it's a hassle that I need to close the gate and now I can't get into the kitchen when I need to get Hub fed (diabetic's generally keep a pretty regular schedule as far as when you eat). Hadn't heard back from contractor so I told Hub he had till about 4 to contact me or I was calling and giving Hub the phone to talk to him.
Anyway, about 4:15, I was getting off the phone with one of my friends so I could call contractor and got a text from him that he called the contractor and told him that his guys had to finish up by COB on Monday, no ands if or buts about it.
I don't mind legitimate delays. Didn't get irritated that we lost a couple of days waiting on electrician and lost a day because we couldn't do the insulation the way we initially planned. Unavoidable delays, but for these jokers to work 2-1/2 hours a day, maybe, and take 7 business days to do a 3 day job was just not going to happen.
I'm relieved that Hub didn't get drug into it but still a bit p*ssy about the entire situation. I get that mud needs to dry but come early and apply a coat. Set up the fans and then leave until right before lunch, apply another coat, leave and come back around 4 and apply another coat and then you're done for the day. Pure absolute laziness is what I see. Told Hub that it's a damn good thing that this is the last room that needed serious remodeling as after this little adventure, I'm just not down with having to deal with this crap any longer. Too old and too little patience for ineptness and bullshit. Even if they get finished up Monday, our contractor will no way get all the remaining things done by Friday so the contractor's "3 weeks and you'll be in your new kitchen" is now stretching into week 5 for no good reason other than lazy subs.
Again, this too shall pass and in a year or two I'll be over it. LOL! Won't take that long but I am truly glad I have no further need for contractors once this job is done.
