IÂ am definately ill today. Not, thankfully, deeply sick type ill. Just ‘unwell’. My throat and ear definately hurt and IÂ probably should have skipped work yesterday. I’m off sick tonight.
What’s less good is that the builders, who work at a pace that’d make a sloth seem quick, have informed me that the kitchen will be finished on Thursday. That’s 6 days to fit a kitchen. IÂ could do it quicker. By myself. Blindfolded. With one hand tied behind my back. I’ve spoken to their supervisor who’s told me that it will, without fail, be in, finished, the house cleaned and sorted by Thursday. That’s the best he can do, apparently. No, IÂ won’t be recommending these people to anyone else – IÂ might get money back for recommending them but this is just a joke – and IÂ wouldn’t inflict them on anyone else. Yes, IÂ will be naming them once they’re done and out-of-here.
It’s not like it’s a deeply complex or difficult kitchen fit. It’s an L shaped kitchen and a pseudo-island. What also leaves me unimpressed is that they removed the U bend from the waste pipe where the dishwasher sits, which is fine; it was the wrong part, but the only part I could get; but they’ve replaced it with…stuffing the end of the waste water pipe from the dishwasher into the waste water pipe. They’ve also disappeared for 3 hours having turned the water off and removed the pipework for it. Annoyed? Yes I am.
IÂ rang them this morning to find out what on earth they’re playing at; it’s a long time since I’ve felt that annoyed speaking to someone.
Having fuzzily woken up to use the loo at roughly mid-day and had a wander round and not seen them, and then woken up properly at 1300 and since then not seen them… well. I am hungry, but can’t go out because I’m a state (having worked a night and then spent the morning in bed); I can’t shower, I can’t drink any more water, because, well, all I’ve got is 1/5th of a glass left and then I’m out of water. I can’t flush the loo, I can’t wash my hands. And where are they? Well, one of ’em has apparently gone to Scotland, and the other? Lord knows where. I’ve rung them again and am waiting to find out where, exactly they are. I am meant to be studying and am sat here fuming angrilly instead and waiting for the phonecall to tell me either when I’m going to get water back, or that I might as well do it myself and subtract my time and parts from the fitting fee for the kitchen.
