Maybe I will like drywall again....

Maybe I will like drywall again....

December 6th -- I think I will need therapy to recover from drywall post-traumatic stress; either that or lots of red wine and a pre-Christmas miracle to get the drywall train back on its tracks...soon.

When I talked to the contractor's son the other day I mentioned that the painters, who I like a lot, told me that they also do drywall.  I like the painters because they show up early and when they say they will; they work hard; they do a great job; they clean up and don't make a mess; and besides being in a Reggae band, they are very pleasant, polite, low key, and just really sweet guys to have around.  

This morning I left the house a bit before 10:00 am and no drywall workers had yet arrived. The temperatures remain frigid as it was 10 degrees below zero this morning and the high temperature today was 8 degrees above zero.  All the drywall guys need to do is get here, because the new heating system is working well and it is actually very pleasant inside, especially in the new sections of the house where there are working heating vents and lots of insulation.  

A few hours later the contractor's son called my cell to ask if the drywall guys were working. Since I wasn't at home and would not be for a few more hours, I explained that they weren't there when I left the house, but I would call and let him know as soon as I got home later in the day.  The contractor's son repeatedly apologized and said that he was very disappointed about the drywall delay.  He also told me that if the drywall workers had not showed up to work on my house by the time I got home, he would get rid of them and get the painters to finish the job.  

Talk about ambiguously feelings -- on the one hand we need the drywall guys here working like crazy to get ready for the finish carpenters who arrive next week, but on the other hand, I was hoping that they didn't show so that the much beloved painters would be here to do the job (and maybe save the day). 

When I got home, sure enough, no sign that any drywall work had been done or that anyone had been here to do any work. The drywall crew has now cost me 4 weeks on this project.  As we agreed, I called the contractor's son and left a voice message and asked him to let me know what to expect next.

The contractor's son called me back to say that the former drywall crew is toast; gone; done; we've broken up and I'm over them.  The painters, a crew of three, plus one more guy called in for reinforcement, will start early Monday morning to tape, mud and sand the drywall.  They will do what they can as fast as they can, and there will be an attempt to see if the finish carpenter can delay his arrival by a day or so.  The contractor's son, again being very apologetic and also optimistic, told me to look on the bright side -- since the painters will be doing the drywall, they can't complain about the drywall job as painters usually do when it comes time for them to paint the walls that they actually finished themselves!

As soon as I finish my latte, I am going to have lots of red wine.