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In which I lose my temper
Jun. 4th, 2008 02:56 pm
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?'
