Mondays have long had a reputation of being the worst day of the week for the working set–of which I was a part of not that long ago. Now that I’m on the other side of the fence I can attest that Mondays can also be the worst day of week for non-working folks as well.
Let me explain…
Aaaaarrrrrrggghhh!!!!
Let me clarify the above statement.
We live in a very nice place. It consists of the entire first floor of what used to be a single family home. Beautiful woodwork, handmade cabinets and all that wonderful kind of stuff. But we don’t own it. Our good friend does. And he counts his pennies. And the heating oil he pays for.
Recently the State of Vermont added a boatload of new additions and incentives to their weatherizing old houses program which includes paying half of the cost of things like new insulation in walls, basements, crawl spaces and attics, weatherizing old doors and windows–things of that nature.
So over the summer we’ve had the State people in looking at this, looking at that, checking here, checking there and basically being a general nuisance. Decisions were made and dates for the actual work were scheduled, etc, etc.
Somewhere in the midst of all the preparation for this upcoming work the upstairs bathroom blew up. In doing so water flooded out of the ceiling, ran all over the stove, utensils, pot holders, oven mitts and into the various cat dishes. We were not happy. Obviously the bathroom had to be replaced. Temporary repairs were made and schedules for replacement of said bathroom were discussed and arranged.
Now guess who showed up at the door this morning?
Yes, all that scheduling for the weatherization and bathroom replacement all funneled down to everything starting on December 1st. All the days left in the year and 2 panel trucks (weatherization crew) a pickup truck (crew leader) and one Chevy Van (bathroom replacement guy #1) all crammed into our driveway this morning at 8:00 AM ready to work.
And guess who ran out of pain killers two days beforehand?
They were upstairs, downstairs, in the attic and in the basement. They were swarming outside. And in the upstairs bathroom which is, as I stated before, situated right over our stove, the cat dishes and the counter to the right hand side of the sink–someone began pounding on something hard with what sounded like a sledgehammer.
The invasion had begun.
Can I suggest a Tepee in the back yard? Move out there and it will at least stop you worrying about every blow from the jack hammer.
Don’t put it up in the front yard as some plumber will only drive over/into it on his way home.
KevanB,
And a fine idea that is too. We set it waaay back. You can never trust plumbers you know.