Well, I’m no longer angry. Irked, still, but I’ve shaken the disturbing Mr. Hyde-like fit that came upon me 48 hours ago. I don’t want to hurt anyone, certainly, least of all “Eric.” As I’m sure is true with many pit-posts, my OP was written without a cooling-off period, and now I’m feeling sheepish and odd about the whole thing. But I appreciate all the advice I’ve gotten, and now can share the encouraging latest chapter of the story.
First thing Saturday morning I called Eric, and expressed my displeasure in what, for me, was a pretty blunt, harsh manner. (One thing that was not at all evident from my OP is this: I like Eric. He’s a genuinely nice human being who likes to talk about his family and obviously takes great pride in his work. Throughout the course of the job he has taken pains to explain everything he’s doing in detail, has offered to fix small things he’s found along the way at no extra charge, and generally been pleasant to deal with, excepting the various delays.)
Anyway, I explained the previous night’s water problems as measuredly as I could, while making it abundantly clear I was pretty pissed off. To his credit, Eric was pretty appalled to hear what had happened. He told me straight away that a) he’d be over right away to see what had happened and set it right, and that b) if there was any extra damage or repairs that needed doing, he’d do it on his own dime. A couple of hours later he was at the house, up on the roof, figuring out what happened. And the answer turned out to be, his framer (a subcontractor) screwed up. Specifically, the framer had left seams in something Eric called “water shielding” which had been applied to the roof, and which allowed water to unexpectedly pool and drip down inside the walls. (Had it been applied correctly, there would have been no need for tarps.) Eric has (he tells me – it’s not like I can prove it until the next time it rains) fixed the problems on the roof, applied some extra waterproofing paper around the windows (which could have been a source of pooling, and he wanted to be on the safe side), and inspected the damage already done. Fortunately that seems very light (and a town inspector, who was also there to check out the interior structural work, agreed) – there hadn’t been consistent water getting in beyond just dampening the outer plywood, and the water getting through to the downstairs ceiling had been a one-time event. There’s no sign of sagging or other structural issues, and everything inside the walls was already pretty dry and with no sign of mold. Eric assured me (verbally and in writing) that if anything came up in the future as a result of the leaking, he’d come back and fix it without charge.
Eric was clearly pretty ticked at (and had some choice words about) the framer, who has been the primary cause of delays on the project, and whose oversight had led to the water problems. Also, Eric said that he thinks there are glues he can use on the roof that don’t have the 40-degree restriction (so we won’t have to wait until spring to get the back half of the roof replaced), and that if they turn out to be more expensive, he’d pay the difference. He also understands that he’s only going to see the remaining money we owe on the project when everything is finished and we’re sure there are no remaining water-damage issues.
So, we’ll see. At your collective advice, I’ve started a journal of all my interactions with Eric and his men, and will be taking pictures of the ceiling once I find our camera. Honestly I lack the time and energy right now to do much more – I’m in a crunch period at work, getting ready for the impending baby (our first - gulp), and trying to prepare for an 11-day X-mas visit from the in-laws. I’m afraid I intend the pun when I say: “when it rains, it pours.”
All that said, Eric knows his string is now very short, and that we’re not going to tolerate any more screw-ups. If anything else happens, it’ll be time to call in the lawyers and insurers and such. I’ll let you all know how things turn out.
Thanks again,
-P