Um, no, not with child. Too old for that.
Long story short, believe me you do not want the long version. We needed to have our deck over the garage rebuilt. More like torn down and started over. We have needed this for quite awhile now.
My life, being the "shitstorm" that it has been lately didn't have time for estimates. Yes, I'm sure you can see this one coming. Sooo, I did the next best thing. What is that you ask? Um, how about hiring "Rain Man" and the Beverly Hillbillies. Oh yes I did.
See, I have this neighbor may he forever rot in hell, just kidding George, maybe.
This neighbor was having some work done on his deck. Being the nice guy that he is, he had the guy give me a bid on our deck. The bid was wayyyy too high, but hey, I'm stressed, the work needed to be done in a hurry and I saw a perfect chance to just get the damn thing done. Just in time for winter apparently.
This all started on Friday. Here it is Tuesday and yep, you got it. No deck.
So anywho, they came on Sat and ripped most of the old deck off. They piled everything into my garage, including I might add, my neighbors old wood and then left. Um, yes, they left. They were tired. I mean c'mon, they stood around drinking beer, smoking, and hey, that does wear a person out! No?
The guy told me that he would be back Sunday, get the new materials and then he could get the thing all set to rights by Monday. You know, Labor Day.
This was key for 2 main reasons.
1. I was off. 2. I did not want to have to get a permit from the city. They approved the original deck, which was never built to code and hey, I have principles. I do! Don't laugh. OK, well I do have a few that and I'm cheap.
They came back Sunday as planned. They didn't work, they still had to finish my neighbors deck because he was having a cook out Monday.
I was then told that Monday would be a better day. Picture me sobbing at this point. I knew that there was no way in hell they could be done on Monday. Guess who is back on the streets Tuesday. If you guessed the city workers, you would be right. You win, I lose.
Monday comes and so did they, not to work. The guy told me that he needed a day off and he was tired and blah, blah, and more f#*king blah. Here we are today. That would be Tuesday for those of us keeping count. Um, still no deck. Still a crapload of old wood in my garage and NO DECK! I mean really no deck. As in they tore the old one off and NO DECK!
On to Plan B only I don't have one. It's called being an asshat. That would be me.
Now I have to find someone who really wants to bid on only half a job. The guy is supposed to be back tomorrow, that would be Weds. and I might have to lock him in my garage with all the old wood!
Don't put it past me. I just might.