Well, I’m sick of them being in my house, anyway.
We just bought our first home, and about three weeks ago, I called them asking them to replace a shower pan that was leaking. Our hope was to have them take care of this before we moved into the house (we were painting and scraping wallpaper and such, but not living there yet). They gave me an estimate of about three days, but they were going to have to wait about five days to start because of another job they were doing. Fine. That scheduled them to start work on our house on April 27th. Our moving day was going to be May 5th. No big deal.
We met them on the 27th, and the officially started work on the 28th. It is now May 11th, making it Day 14 of work. At the absolute earliest, they won’t be done before Friday.
The good news is this. First, the work they get done is solid work. They do the extra things that others probably wouldn’t, and they don’t charge extra for them. Additionally, we had a set price for the work, so the extra time they’re taking isn’t costing us any more. In fact, we got a great price from them because they were really hurting for work at the time we called.
The bad news is…well, everything else. I don’t think there’s been a single day they’ve gotten to our house prior to 3pm. The delays have happened since Day 1. They have absolutely no sense of time. They estimate they’ll be at my house in 20 minutes, and they arrive an hour or two later. They can’t find parts at the store. They forget the keys to my house and have to go back. They’re having trouble with the van’s ignition switch (I actually had to jump their van a couple of times). They’re having trouble with the van’s transmission. They’re called away on someone else’s emergency plumbing issue. Etc. Any of these problems by themselves would not be a big deal, but they have added up to what looks to be a three-week-long headache.
One of their workers is incompetent. The head plumber had determined with me that the shower head should be raised up a few inches, so we agreed to make it 7 feet high from the shower floor. A couple of days later, this other worker comes in to raise it, and he asks me how high it was supposed to be. I told him about the 7 feet. He says OK and goes away. About a half hour later, he comes back to me and says, “Sir, 7 feet is going to be in the attic. I can’t do that.” WTF? So I follow him to the shower, and he measures, and the guy is measuring seven feet higher than the current shower head! These are people I’m entrusting with the keys to my house?
Anyway the point of all of this is that they’ve been here too long, and we can’t enjoy our new home because there are still people coming into our place, there’s still signs of construction around, they work until 9 or 10 at night, and I’m afraid to tell them to leave any sooner because that’s only going to delay how much longer they’re in my house. I’m sick of it.