In which I lose my temper
Jun. 4th, 2008 02:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Why is it that nothing in this world gets done until you yell at somebody?
We were promised that all the fittings of this bathroom would be in by last Friday. And then it turned out that the compound they'd used to level the floor wasn't dry, so the wood floor couldn't be laid, and the toilet can't go in until after the floor's in place, so... you get the idea.
So the floor was finally laid yesterday, and we were promised that the plumbers would be here today, and it would all be done. Today arrives, and there are no plumbers. I phone the project manager, who tells me cheerfully that the plumbers are busy today, it's not going to happen, and they'll be here first thing tomorrow morning.
No they bloody well won't, I say, they'll be here today.
There followed a ten minute conversation in which I ranted a great deal about the various delays in this project and about how fucking pissed off I was with them in general, which ended in her saying that she would talk to the plumbers and ask if they'd be able to work late this evening.
Ten minutes after that, she gets back to me - yes the plumbers will be here today, she can't give me an exact time, but they'll come late afternoon or early evening and get the work done.
'Thank you,' I say. 'Now wouldn't it have been nicer for everyone if we could have come to that arrangement without me having to swear at you first?'
We were promised that all the fittings of this bathroom would be in by last Friday. And then it turned out that the compound they'd used to level the floor wasn't dry, so the wood floor couldn't be laid, and the toilet can't go in until after the floor's in place, so... you get the idea.
So the floor was finally laid yesterday, and we were promised that the plumbers would be here today, and it would all be done. Today arrives, and there are no plumbers. I phone the project manager, who tells me cheerfully that the plumbers are busy today, it's not going to happen, and they'll be here first thing tomorrow morning.
No they bloody well won't, I say, they'll be here today.
There followed a ten minute conversation in which I ranted a great deal about the various delays in this project and about how fucking pissed off I was with them in general, which ended in her saying that she would talk to the plumbers and ask if they'd be able to work late this evening.
Ten minutes after that, she gets back to me - yes the plumbers will be here today, she can't give me an exact time, but they'll come late afternoon or early evening and get the work done.
'Thank you,' I say. 'Now wouldn't it have been nicer for everyone if we could have come to that arrangement without me having to swear at you first?'
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Date: 2008-06-04 10:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-05 02:52 am (UTC)I will when I have to, though, And this useless bitch made me have to. It really would have been much more pleasant if she'd pulled her finger out while I was asking nicely, but since she wouldn't....
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Date: 2008-06-05 12:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-05 02:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-05 03:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-05 04:47 am (UTC)Did she have anything to say to that? And gah, bathroom hassle! Did they show up in the end?
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Date: 2008-06-05 05:42 am (UTC)Not really, unless you count changing the subject. Oh, and she told me please not to yell at the plumbers, which I had no intention of doing, since none of this was their fault.
They arrived at 3.30 and left at 9.20 when everything was done. Poor buggers, I felt sorry for them; they said they get fucked around on this kind of thing not infrequently.
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Date: 2008-06-05 07:04 pm (UTC)just the other week there was a note in my mail saying there would be workers coming over in the next two days to check over the locks on all the doors in my neighborhood. so I had dad house sit because of the cats (and like Hell I'd give my key to anyone not related!). but no one came the first day. after about an hour the second day I called the lady on the board who coordinates the thing and ask about the guys. she gives me their number since she has no idea when. the guy tells me: what? you live on the second floor? #30? we won't be getting to the #30's this week, and certainly not the second floor since those fittings are different. we'll let you know when it happens for real.
so dad had spent two days in my apartment without having anything happen.
it still hasn't.
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Date: 2008-06-06 05:01 am (UTC)Wow - that sounds suspect. All the locks in your building if you're renting, maybe, but the whole neighbourhood? Huh? Is this normal in Sweden?
I'm sure your kitties appreciated the company, though :-)
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Date: 2008-06-07 01:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-07 11:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-08 01:56 am (UTC)