My Adventure in Home Remodeling...the Wrong Way, part Five

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Blog entry by tat2grl posted 01-05-2008 07:38 PM 912 reads 0 times favorited 3 comments Add to Favorites Watch

Monday rolled around and I arrived a little before 8am. I wanted to take a look at the “disaster” and find out what I missed. My friend was already there, leaning against her truck, smoking a cigarette. I got out of my truck, grab my bag from behind the seat and smiled as I walked up the driveway. My friend was looking at me like she could kill me. Uh-oh.

“Good morning, sunshine” I cheerily said, “Who pee’d in your Post Toasties this morning?” I laughed. The sentiment wasn’t returned. “You wanna call OSHA on me, huh?” I stopped and looked at her, trying to remember Saturday. Oh yeah, the entry. I had jokingly said to my co-workers that OSHA would have a fit about how we were supposed to paint in the entry. We were all joking around about it, making each other laugh. Apparently that part wasn’t conveyed to her. “We were joking around! You remember joking and laughing, right?” She still bored her eyes through me like lasers. “Don’t threaten me with OSHA, you shithead. I don’t take threats lightly.” Now it was MY turn to turn on my laser eyes. “Hey, you need to grow a sense of humor AND just plain common sense. I don’t threaten about stuff. I just plain do it. If I was to make such a call, I would do it without saying a word to you or to anyone else. I don’t waste the oxygen with threats. You’re just gonna have to come up with another way to paint that entry or admit to the owner that you bit off more than you can chew. I ain’t standing on the top of no damn ladder risking injury to myself because your too cheap to rent a scaffolding system. Since you think its a piece of cake, then you get your fat ass up the ladder and do it yourself. I’ll be in the entry bath room when you go boom and bounce.” I turned my lasers on one of my co-workers who happened to be a relative of her’s. “And I suppose you were the one that ran your mouth off about all of this. As I recall, you chimed in on the jokes just as much as the rest of us. Did you bother telling her that, or did you think it would be cute to make up a story and blame me?” He stood there like a deer caught in headlights, no response. “That’s what I thought.” I turned on my heel and started in to the house. “By the way, I found the water shut off. I’m removing the tank to the toilet because I can’t reach behind it without getting paint all over it. If you wanna gig me for the time, go ahead. At least I’ll feel better about doing it right.”

The rest of the day was miserable. I felt bad about retaliating like I did, but I’d have enough being the scape-goat just because I was new. And when I’m backed up against a wall I tend to become a cougar.

I finished my job, got paid and went home. We made up over a few beers and laughs. Friendship is important to me and I’m big enough to apologize when I think I’m wrong, even when I’m not.

I told her about Laurie and I wanting to put down a wood floor. We had a cream colored carpet with 2 black dogs and 3 cats. The cream color was turning into a mottled cream/black. We have a pug and a lab/newfoundland mix that sheds at least 2 dogs worth of hair a day. She said she’d be happy to help and gave us a break on the price. Sounded good, so we shook on it. The next weekend the three of us headed to Lumber Liquidators to pick out our flooring. We wanted bamboo but couldn’t afford it, so we settled on a laminate wood that we both liked. We bought the wood and the supplies and headed back to the house. I had measured and re-measured the area and my friend and measured it a third time to be sure. Back at the house the rest of the crew was there, the furniture had been moved and they were ready to go. I had spent most of the week pulling up the carpet and scraping the concrete so that much would be out of the way. The saw was set up and away we went. Laurie had fun taking pictures and I learned more about flooring. We got the entry, living room, hallway finished by the end of the day. It was good. Just 3 bedrooms to go!

-- "Creativity is...seeing something that doesn't exist already. You need to find out how you can bring it into being and that way be a playmate with God."

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#1 posted 01-05-2008 08:09 PM

WOW!!! Is this the end? Your remodeling experience says a great deal about trying to mix friendship and business. Usually they tend to be somewhat incompatible. Good Luck on your future remodeling experiences- both at home and for other clients. I would suggest that perhaps you consider going into business on your own rather than having to deal with other people’s professionalism (or lack thereof).

Thanks for sharing.

-- Challenges are what make life interesting; overcoming them is what makes life meaningful- Joshua Marine

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#3 posted 04-13-2015 11:35 AM

I agree with Scott Bryan you should go solo because home remodeling business can be tough .

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