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In which we constructed – part four


Guys, I’ve hit a new low. But first, let me backtrack a bit. First of all, I haven’t yet killed myself and if these guys don’t make me do it then I guess I’ll just live until the end of my life.


On Monday, the tile guys arrived again. This time, I left a note on that I’d be at a class until 9:30 and they should just walk in and grout the tiles. I also informed them that the color was “Standard White” just in case there was a communications snafu. That happens you know.


I arrived back at 9:40 and the guys were leaving and informed me “that it was grouted and sealed” and they were done. As you might expect, I was nervous about what I might find but voila! It was done.


I then called the plumbers and they said they would send “Chris” out on Tuesday morning. I told them to let me get some exercise first and they agreed I could be “second call.” By the way, I arrived at my spin class and everyone was like “where have you been?” and I wasn’t even on vacation or anything, I was just suffering through this stupid job.


But here’s where I hit my low. I just walked into the bathroom to make sure that the fixtures that Chris was going to install were, in fact, the fixtures that I ordered. They were so “YEAH!” for that. Then I told him not to take it personally but that I hoped after today I didn’t see him again.


For this to be the case two things need to happen:


  1. The shower will have a temperature control that works
  2. Hot water will NOT be running through the cold water spigots

He said he understood and I suppose he’s sick of me too. Then, I started bitching and moaning about the tile guys to the plumber and that’s when I knew that I needed to get out of my house and get a life.


Instead I’m in the office typing this. I’m hoping it will all end with an update later that says “FINISHED” or “COMPLETE” instead of “FML.”





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  1. Give me Merlot
    May 15, 2014

    You poor dear! I can’t imagine living in such a torn up mess with dust everywhere with workmen in boots tromping all week through the house. Are you going to have the carpets cleaned?

    • Lynn
      May 16, 2014

      hmmmm…I don’t have many carpets and actually didn’t think of that. I’m an idiot

  2. Julie
    May 15, 2014

    You know . . . day drinking is acceptable. Just a thought.

    • Lynn
      May 16, 2014

      then I’d have to go to bed at 5:30 each evening

  3. Jenn from Wa
    May 15, 2014

    OMG…this entire saga has cracked me up. I’ve known so many people who have had a tough time with contractors that the thought of improving anything in my house makes me break out in a cold sweat. That being said, I’m shocked and stunned you aren’t a raging alcoholic by now. Photos some day?

    • Lynn
      May 16, 2014

      I shall post some pictures…I seriously only had the shower fixtures and pipes changed

  4. chacha1
    May 16, 2014

    Ah, the hell that is home improvement. It is a source of constant amazement to me that workers in general, but especially male workers, no matter how stellar their skills in the execution of their particular task, are, as a class, so incompetent at ARRANGING FOR WHAT THEY NEED AHEAD OF TIME.

    Glad you survived. :-)
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