Is the LaLa sui generis?
The tile setter started today with his helper. I went by to bring P&T, Steve’s sons, extra Tung oil and Poly Coat and steel wool to redo the columns since the MORONS who worked for Schild Construction – Orion and what’s his name – wrapped the bubble wrap so all the water would stay in the columns when it rained. V was there doing the roof – he put the awning roof up and the side pan under the large window that looks at the bayou. And he was working on the transition roof. I asked him if he could fix the leak from where the a/c guys ran a pipe up through the main gable, which has now ruined the ceiling sheetrock, which was all nice and taped and floated. Ahem.
Meanwhile K asked if he could speak to me in private. He says he feels like he has been in a whirlwind since returning – that he feels out of the loop because I’m not talking to him directly and that I didn’t take the time to introduce him to C, the tile setter. We started trying to have a conversation but as usual he made me madder and madder till I blew. I told him that is why I go through Steve because I can’t take his patronizing tone of voice and the fact that he has to be handled with kit gloves because he is so goddamn emotional about everything. He said that N is moving out and he’s been having trouble with him, and now his other son, the hottie, S, is not going to be working with him either, so he knows he has issues that he is not working on. So I took a deep breath and told him that it all comes down to this – I have a full time job and I can’t get sucked into lengthy discussions about whether to use a 5 x 8 or 2 x 4 because honestly, I don’t know the answers to these questions. I said that I don’t appreciate his patronizing tone of voice when I do make a decision. And I said I feel that he holds me hostage with his passive aggressiveness QED the rubber roof for the terrace. He said he feels unappreciated and it affects him and he doesn’t have an answer on the rubber roof.
We agreed to try to get along because at this point my choices are slimming.
At the same time, I still don’t have an answer about the rubber roof. But I know that C, the tile setter, is in the master bathroom right now, undoing what someone else did – where the floor furnace register was is a hole that some asshole – let’s call him Orion or whatever the moron #2 who worked for Schild Construction was used BEAD BOARD STRIPS to fix and then stuck a piece of plywood on top of it. GOOD FUCKING LORD!
Meanwhile L – my plumber – was a no show – because after having taken a vacation day, he called in sick today – gone fishing I suspect – so I called M, the owner, and we caught up on the phone. M went through a bitter divorce that dragged out for five years. He was surprised how “quick and easy” mine went. I said well quick maybe, not easy. He assured me someone would be out there tomorrow to put the rubber drain pans in. He also said that for him although things were not still in the frenzy they had been, he had done 8 estimates yesterday so work is still nutty and strong.