Hellooooooo my love (via).
Yesterday morning, I had this post all written in my mind. I was going to talk about how, after I finish our garage renovation, I’m going to start thinking about redoing our bathrooms (hoorayyyyy home equity line of credit!). I was going to rhapsodize about cement tile (and specifically Villa Lagoon’s tile, which we used for our entryway redo and which is gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous).
…And then guess what happened yesterday afternoon?
The lovely gentlemen who have been working on my garage decided not to show up for a few days. Or return my texts. When they finally did reappear, they informed me that they’re “not getting along” and “can’t work together.” So I can (“maybe”) continue working with one of them, but certainly not both of them. They also let me know that they’d started working on another job – hence the disappearing act – because they felt that the project had been taking too long for what they’re being paid.
Had we just discussed the fact that they wanted to be paid more a week earlier? Had I broken down the scope of work, wholeheartedly agreed that they should be paid more, worked with them to arrive at a final number, and given them an advance to that end?
HAD I BEEN TOTALLY COOL WITH PAYING FOR A STORAGE RENTAL MONTH AFTER MONTH WHILE THE RENOVATIONS THAT WOULD TAKE “A FEW WEEKS, TOPS” STRETCHED ON INTO THE ETHER?
Oh, I had.
I said (or rather stuttered) as much. They told me that they needed to discuss, but “probably won’t be able to complete the job.”
OH NO YOU DIDN’T.
Related: There has literally never been a person anywhere, ever, who has done renovations on their house and not been in danger of suffering from an aneurism. I have been preternaturally calm, in my completely unbiased opinion, but everyone has their breaking point. So I told them that this was “completely unacceptable” and that I “fully expect” them to “fulfill our mutually agreed-upon obligations.” (This is how I talk when I’m mad; Kendrick hates it, too.) They said that they “might come back on Monday.”
OH, MIGHT YOU?
WHAT STARS YOU ARE.
(Suffice it to say I’m not holding my breath.)
It may be awhile before the garage renovation comes to a close and I can move on to the bathrooms. Which is – as problems go – solidly in the first world category, I’m aware. But let’s look at photographs of beautiful cement tiled bathrooms regardless, because if I spend one more second thinking about the massive holes in my garage walls my head is going to explode.
P.S. Can I have some opinions on this? What I’m thinking of doing is a black clawfoot tub/black-and-white-tile situation in one bathroom, and then a more normal tub (for the kids)/seafoam-green fishtail tile/black accents/copper fixtures situation in the other, but I would really (really) like to hear your thoughts.