What she got was shoddy workmanship and a poor attitude. When she stopped by to check on his progress and found huge drips on the walls and paint spots on the carpet, she urged him to slow down and take his time. The next morning she found a note from him complaining about all the work involved in the job and telling her that he needed "support, not criticism." Then he painted the bathroom the wrong color. Then he told her that the paint store had given him the wrong color. Since she was dealing with the paint store directly (a smart move), she was able to verify that they had indeed filled the order correctly. The last straw was a note he left her on Thursday (after working 2 1/2 hours and then leaving). It asked her for $100 "running money for the weekend since I'm broke" and mentioned that he'd "be here all day tomorrow" and to "stop by and help if you can"!!! Why did she hire him again? Maybe because she didn't want to do the painting herself?
Anyway, when she called him and reminded him that they had agreed on payment after the job was complete, he told her he wasn't going to work anymore and left her key and remaining paint at the paint store. When she went to pick it up, the guy at the paint store told her that the paint in the bucket the painter was using had been watered down (by the painter), which explained in part why the work was so crappy.
As it turns out, our dishwasher bit the dust Thursday night. It was pretty old and worn out when we bought the house 5 years ago, so we weren't surprised, but it's never a good time to have to buy a new appliance. So, we worked it out with my friend to finish painting the condo at a price that was a steal for her yet gave us enough to replace the dishwasher.
So that's what we did Friday through Monday when we weren't at work. It was a handful, but she was happy with the work, and we were pretty proud of ourselves.
Yesterday we went shopping for a bed for Morgan. It's waaay past time she slept in her own room, but the bed down there was a top bunk only bunk bed that a friend had given to us. She's not the steadiest person when she first wakes up, and we didn't want her falling and hurting herself if she woke in the middle of the night and tried to climb down. My parents were giving us a fill size box springs and mattress, and we found a nice used frame and headboard with a matching armoire at a secondhand furniture store.
We went up to my parents' house to get the mattress and box springs yesterday afternoon. Unfortunately as Nick and my Dad were moving the box springs down the stairs, my Dad (quite accidentally) pushed when Nick wasn't expecting it, and Nick took a rather nasty spill down the last few steps and really hurt his leg. Fortunately he's not due back at work until Friday, so hopefully it will be much better by then. Your prayers would be appreciated.
Morgan did sleep in her bed last night, but sadly Nick's leg prevented any "grown-up fun."
Ah well, soon enough.
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