The flooring was finished the next day. All that was left was the trim, and that was left to me. She packed up and headed on to her next job. No biggie. I had gotten good with the nailer and trim work and was looking forward to completing the job. Laurie and she went to the kitchen to total up the damage and write the check while I started measuring and cutting the trim. My friend left with a bellowing “CYA!” and drove off. I merrily waved and walked back into the house with my newly cut piece of trim. “She didn’t cut us a break” Laurie called out from the kitchen. We looked over the figures. Sure enough, there was no break whatsoever, even with my helping out. Plus, we had run short on floor and Laurie and I had headed back to buy some more, which Laurie thought was odd. Lauried had run to get lunch and noticed when she got back the stack of flooring was shorter than what it was before she left. None of us had laid any flooring while she was gone, just cleaned up for lunch. She believes to this day, as I do now, that several boxes of flooring were moved to someone’s truck, especially since we were told about one of the crew members putting flooring down at their house. I frowned and went back to my trim work. That’s when I noticed the floor. Huge gaps were showing where the door trim went up. Some of the door trim had been cut, some had not. There are spots were no gaps were left; the flooring tight up against the wall. Other spots had an inch or more in the gap. Some of the flooring had small chunks missing…sure I could cover it up with putty or whatever, but it would still look like crap. I was hurt. I had been taken advantage of by someone I thought was a friend. The flooring is nice, but its starting to bulge in spots and you can see concrete near the door trim. I looked back at my experience with her and realized, with 20/20 vision, that she wasn’t licensed. She wanted ME to become licensed at one point, stating that she wasn’t much on book education and since I already had a master degree I could do it. Why on earth would I want to become a licensed contractor when I had NO experience under my belt? Now I know, it would be for the legalities. She could point to me when something went wrong because I had the license. I’m glad I didn’t do it. I also look back and see all the corners that were cut, the shabby material that was used, the poor craftsmanship and attitudes. She no longer lives in the area and I refuse to speak to her. I don’t have time for cheats. We’re going to re-do our floor when we can afford the quality floor that we want and have it done by professionals. Long hard lesson to learn, but I’m glad I went through it. I learned alot about myself and my abilities. I became uninterested in anything having to do with construction for a long time. Then I found Pop’s hand planer. It whispered to me, “Don’t give up and don’t give in”. I’m listening.
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