(Preface: Thank GOD I'm buying my own house)
Finally, after a little more than a year of runarounds, the landlord is getting a new roof put on the place we're in right now. I'm too lazy to dig up the posts... but I'm sure they're there. It's been since April of last year. Landlord's handyman is imho a shady asshole, let's just say he "started his own business in order to handle the roofing". Long story, don't feel like even cliff's'ing it.
Anyway, a call late yesterday says "We'll be there tomorrow to work on the roof." Um, thanks for the notice... given the timing is incredibly inconvenient.
So we get home tonight around 6pm, there's a pickup in our driveway, shingles all over the back yard and torn up on the roof. Hell, there's a full toolbelt and pitchfork (wtf?) sitting ON my roof right now. Nails and shit everywhere, and I can't even let my dogs out back to go do their business because they'll end up eating shingles and stepping on nails.
Is there a dumpster anywhere? No.
Why the hell is there a pickup truck parked in my driveway? In front of my garage door no less so that I can't even park in my own garage (were I to risk several nails in the tires anyhow)...
Oh, and the best part, my wife noted they took probably half a dozen "breaks" today, where they left the property. In fact, before she came to pick me up from work, they had left for a break. Apparently they decided the break should last through tomorrow.
I've got to say this, the mexicans that came in last year and did like a dozen houses in the neighborhood did WAY better than this crap.
Here's to hoping my car doesn't get broken into tonight.
Moar Update for Day 2:
Well, the pickup truck has been removed from our driveway. Tonight it is parked IN FRONT of our house instead, and tomorrow is trash pickup day - so it's precisely where my trash can is supposed to be. FAIL.
But wait, there's more! They appear to have cleaned up a bit of the shit left around the house today before they left. I discovered where they put it when I attempted to wheel the trash can out to the road. No... it's not in the trash can... it's in the trailer with a couple of mostly flat tires that is now sitting IN MY DRIVEWAY IN FRONT OF MY FUCKING GARAGE DOOR. FAIL.
My wife is going to be livid when she gets home. This should be fun.
Finally, after a little more than a year of runarounds, the landlord is getting a new roof put on the place we're in right now. I'm too lazy to dig up the posts... but I'm sure they're there. It's been since April of last year. Landlord's handyman is imho a shady asshole, let's just say he "started his own business in order to handle the roofing". Long story, don't feel like even cliff's'ing it.
Anyway, a call late yesterday says "We'll be there tomorrow to work on the roof." Um, thanks for the notice... given the timing is incredibly inconvenient.
So we get home tonight around 6pm, there's a pickup in our driveway, shingles all over the back yard and torn up on the roof. Hell, there's a full toolbelt and pitchfork (wtf?) sitting ON my roof right now. Nails and shit everywhere, and I can't even let my dogs out back to go do their business because they'll end up eating shingles and stepping on nails.
Is there a dumpster anywhere? No.
Why the hell is there a pickup truck parked in my driveway? In front of my garage door no less so that I can't even park in my own garage (were I to risk several nails in the tires anyhow)...
Oh, and the best part, my wife noted they took probably half a dozen "breaks" today, where they left the property. In fact, before she came to pick me up from work, they had left for a break. Apparently they decided the break should last through tomorrow.
I've got to say this, the mexicans that came in last year and did like a dozen houses in the neighborhood did WAY better than this crap.
Here's to hoping my car doesn't get broken into tonight.
Moar Update for Day 2:
Well, the pickup truck has been removed from our driveway. Tonight it is parked IN FRONT of our house instead, and tomorrow is trash pickup day - so it's precisely where my trash can is supposed to be. FAIL.
But wait, there's more! They appear to have cleaned up a bit of the shit left around the house today before they left. I discovered where they put it when I attempted to wheel the trash can out to the road. No... it's not in the trash can... it's in the trailer with a couple of mostly flat tires that is now sitting IN MY DRIVEWAY IN FRONT OF MY FUCKING GARAGE DOOR. FAIL.
My wife is going to be livid when she gets home. This should be fun.
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