I hardly know where to start. On a positive, my Mum has been visiting, which is always nice and makes life more bearable (and i have more clean clothes, bless, once a mum always a mum)...that's it!! fuck off if you want positivity because i don't do that delusional shite, yeah I'm so hardcore (and sarcastic)but she's gone home again which is always sad.
Over the past 2 weeks (as my Mother can testify) many many things have got up my fucking nose, I think its a normal week on the whole but with the added irritation of builders and their fucking excuses, I've found it harder to calm down.
On the subject of builders.......oh my fucking god, I have never dealt with a lazier bunch of lying fucks. For those of you who don't know, we are currently renovating the family shack into the family home, not to go into too much detail but its very not cheap, in fact some might say its expensive (and only made possible by the passing of my Grandfather, Francis Smith, poor auld fella) Now this is being covered by my Mother using what little inheritance she got, and for that I'm beyond bloody grateful (yes i know I'm spoilt, fuck off) so when you've handed lots of money over to a builder and they cant even turn up to do what they promised to do by the schedule that they promised to do it by, my blood boils (in fact my blood boiled to the extent that i could feel my pulse in my eyes and remained psychotically angry for approximately 36 hours) If I decided to not turn up to work, didn't phone in to explain myself and only did so when i was contacted by my employer and then only deigned to explain myself via text message, I would be (and quite rightly) FIRED. Instead these lazy useless bastards take your money then go and do another job because for some reason the other job is more important, then get pissed in a pub on your dime, then coincidentally on Sunday morning (Sunday comes after Saturday night) they text you to say that the radiator in their brand new work van has "snapped off" . Fuck off, you lying hungover fuck hole. There is only so many times that I can hear an excuse of that transparency. You bastards are one stop away from thieves, and when they finally actually start to do the work, finally, its all good stuff. So why cant you just do what you say, when you said you would do it and everyone is happy and I wouldn't be incoherent with apoplectic rage?
Ive had a plumber that doesn't seem to want money or work (fair enough in this extremely healthy economic climate) and then it transpires that he has personal problems, ah fucking diddums, I couldn't give a fuck could I? nor should I? I highly doubt that he cares that I hate the place we are living in at the moment, that it's cold and I cant stand even being in it on my own because it's a damp gloomy turd hole (actually, it's OK, but I really like my house and wanna go home, I suspect that the plumber isn't overly concerned about that either), that I utterly hate my job, that I am sick and tired of being broke and that my back hurts almost all the time and will continue to do so until the disc in my back either actually ruptures or miraculously gets better, no, i'll bet that chubby faced toss bag couldn't give a fuck about my personal problems. The difference being though, that he's not paying me a very healthy amount of money for the amount of actual graft.
A carpenter, who while terribly nice, is seriously unable to manage his work load, and keeps disappearing to finish other jobs. Why not, and this is just a suggestion, why not just do one at a time?. Now I know that in these uncertain times (unless your a chubby faced plumber) you have to take everything that you can when you can, but, maybe if you give people a date that you can do stuff on and manage to stick to it then you may get people sticking with you because you're that great rarity, a reliable fucking builder. And when you didn't turn up that Sunday, I was cross, and I was most concerned that it may have upset my mum (you know how boys are with their mum), because that's my fucking mammy!! you don't get to bug my mum unless i get to gouge your eyes out with my thumbs. I think that's fair
I will say, in the interest of fairness that the work that has been dragged out of them has been excellent, and the electrician and plasterers have been a credit to their profession. I just get annoyed when we're 8 weeks over schedule, but hey! that's what my ranty blog page is for
