If you are cool like that (2), and already know about the basement problems then this is the latest installment.
We did (3) finally get a quote. However, it only came after Sr. decided to come out and scope out the work for himself. Make notes, mark wall studs for where the electrical boxes needed to be dropped down, where lights needed to be moved, etc. But….we……got…..the……quote. Leave it to Sr., who really knows the value of loyal customers, to make sure that shit gets done. He called the husband him, gave him the numbers. Husband him called me, I said let’s do it. Thing is, we got swamped and didn’t call right away, but when we did the husband him talked to Jr. again. CRAP-tastic!
Because I did grow up in a small town, I know and have respect for local business people as a general rule. If I find someone that is good, reliable, and honest (even if their prices are a little on the high end) I will give them my business regularly. Loyalty in business is a wonderful thing. The husband him and I have been lucky to have those sorts of relationships with our companies over the years, and I know that we appreciate it.
So, because of this, I have always been a strong advocate for getting electrical work done by Sr. because he’s reliable and honest (if a bit on the pricey side), and he has always made time for us regardless of last minute work or the size of the job. He values the loyalty of a customer….he….GETS…..IT!
Jr.? He’s an ass wad....with 3 ft. thorns.
So, last Monday I told the husband him that I would be the one to call Sr. on Friday (the 2 week mark when they were supposed to be STARTING) to find out what the fuck was going on. Friday rolls around. Still, no phone call from anyone to set up a time. So, I wait until about 4pm Friday and call Sr. myself. I was calm (relatively), but straightforward and honest. I basically told him, in no uncertain terms, that I was pissed and it shouldn’t take 3 months to get someone out here to do the work. I told him I understood it was a small job, but if they didn’t want the work that was fine to let me know – I could find someone else.
Poor Sr. He’s set himself up at the bottom of the hill in a hammock and he’s getting piled with shit. Apparently Jr. has done this same thing to others (Wha??? Yeah, I know....SHOCKER!) and Sr.’s getting the fall out. He apologized up and down profusely, explained that he was trying to give the business to Jr. (4), blah, blah, blah, “if you don’t hear from Jr. or I tomorrow, call me and I’ll make sure that the job gets done one way or another.”
Saturday rolls on in, and rolls on, and rolls on, and………my cell rings about 8pm, “Jr. will be there with C. on Wednesday morning early to get the work done.”
Oooooooooook….do I really want Jr. in my house doing my electrical after all the bullshit he’s put us through? Not likely alone. Luckily he’ll have someone else with him to do it. On the upside, I’ll have a witness when I lay into Jr. to find out if he has any plans AT ALL to do the drywall that he promised to do. If he’s not going to do it that’s fine. At this point, I could give a flying aerobatic bat shit if he doesn’t. With the economy the way it is, I’m POSITIVE that I can find someone who would be more than happy to come in and do the work for me.
Then again, the way things have gone thusly, I wouldn’t be the slightest bit surprised if I craned my ass out of bed at 7am Wednesday and he didn’t bother to show up at all. That would just about fit.
(1) – Oasis….HA! More like eventual torture chamber!
(2) – Or if you are just plain cool, are feeling generous this holiday season and feel like taking a wayward, snarky bitch in as a friend then you need to send me an email. Like NOW! I need me some cool in my life. =)
(3) – Miracles of all miracles….I mean truly, after almost 3 months of trying to get them to drag their asses out here to do my freaking basement you would think that this would rank high on some archbishop’s list of miracles to make me a saint. Right?
(4) – Oh boy – save Middle of Nowhere Missouri…he’s going to run all his dad’s hard work right into the ground. Too bad Sr. never bothered to teach his kid the value of good business.
(5) – There is a loyal viewer out there, somewhere, that has some bank that can be used for my bail right?? *echo* Right?
Excuse me while I go outside and warm up my war path...pretty sure I'll be needing it in the near future. =)
Jewell =) xo