As regular readers know, we are in the middle of a kitchen renovation (whining all the way). It’s not quite the reno from hell but close. We started the process in January and were rejected by several kitchen contractors. We weren’t sure why. Maybe they were too busy or our job wasn’t big enough. We went through five different companies before someone said they would do it in early fall.
Just like hospital staff, time is elastic for contractors. Three days could be three weeks or three months. Right away is within a week or two maybe. Next week is never next week. “End of the month” is a phrase that is bandied about without any real meaning. In this case early fall was mid-November.
Something else odd was that we were the “kiss of vacation.” I know we are the “kiss of death” as every time we like something it’s closes or is discontinued but this vacation thing was new. The contractor went on a two week vacation the day after meeting with us. This same thing happened with the landscape guy. Anyone in need of a vacation should set up a meeting with us. It’s sure to happen.
We are in week six of the project. It was moving along nicely and looked like it might be done by the end of the year. That was two weeks ago and before I realized that we are also the “kiss of disaster.” The carpenter developed a severe knee issue. He was/is on crutches. We lost a week and it’s not looking good.
As part of the job, I’m replacing the window over the sink. The new one is lower so I can actually see out of it. Window was ordered in July (we think). “End of the month” has always been the response to “has the window come in yet?” Every month from September on, it’s been “end of the month.”
Our window guy does great work and has been very reliable on other non-window projects. That is until we became the “kiss of disaster.” He was supposed to be here the second week in December but he was a no show and no communication. I finally reached out and received an incoherent text. It was the kind of text someone sends when their car is hanging over a cliff. I did pick up that his wife left. He is imploding and hasn’t been working. I dusted off my (nonexistent) psychiatric degree and tried to console him. I’m sending him encouraging messages. Yes, I want to get my job done. He had taken out the old window, recut the framing and set the old one back in temporarily. Since the new window is taller, there is an area above the old window that’s boarded up. It’s just a matter of putting the new one in and sealing it up properly. I know his pain. (But yes, I do want the window finished before hard winter sets in!)
To recap, I have two workers out of commission. Other than the plumber for the final plumbing that’s all the workers I have. Truthfully neither one is holding up the job. That title goes to the new sink and the window (that’s coming at the end of a month) but that’s another story. Maybe I’ll write that at the “end of the month.”