It’s Tuesday afternoon, and I’m sitting in our house waiting for our plumber to make an appearance…remember this?
This is one of our downstairs bathrooms – the kids’ bathroom. It still looks like the photo…teenagers have been using mine and Jim’s shower upstairs for five long weeks.
I spoke to my landlord on Friday when he came to the bookstore to pick up rent cheques…he had no idea the job wasn’t finished…apparently, it’s quite normal to wait for three months for a bill from this particular plumber! The landlord told me that he’d call right away, and get him to come back out.
The plumber came yesterday after Hope came home from school…she called me on my cell, to tell me that the plumber wanted a key to our house so he could come and do the work. She also commented on his rudeness…this is the note I found when I got home:
I called the Procrastinating Plumber from the car. He was rude! He went on and on about how much work there was to do: “We’ve got to put in a whole new set of taps and a shower in the wall, and then it’s going to have to have new drywall and new tiles!” Um, yeah…I didn’t know that from the giant friggin’ hole in the wall! I guess that’s why he gets paid the big bucks! He seemed to think I should just give him a key to our house. I explained that “we did not feel comfortable doing that” and that since I’m self-employed, I would stay home from the bookstore so that they could come in and do the work the next day. He tried in vain to talk me out of it, saying that plumbers have all kinds of emergencies, and might not be able to come, and then I would have taken the day off for nothing! While I admire his efforts at convincing me that he cared about me, I would not be moved.
And so I sit, waiting for the plumber, who may or may not come. So far, I’ve made breakfast, drank two cups of tea and a big glass of orange/pineapple juice, taken the compost out, run the dishwasher, gotten some pots and pans washed, cleaned the top of the stove, caught up on my e-mail, played on Facebook, and written this blog post…I might have to resort to folding laundry next…sigh…