Really Trying Not to be a Bitch

I hate confrontation.  I'm not good at it.  I plan out everything I'm going to say, but once I start talking, most of what I planned goes right out the window.  Not all of it, just the important bits, and only enough to make it completely obvious that at least half of what I am saying was completely rehearsed.  Unfortunately, if something doesn't happen with the bathroom guys, I think I'm going to flip the fuck out.

The good news is, they chose to show up today.  It's the first time in a few days, and I was beginning to worry.  No explanation, and when George asked where they've been, they just said they were busy.  Umm...?  I'll be honest, they're cheap.  That's why we continue putting up with this.  That said, we're talking cheap as far as home renovations go, which really isn't cheap at all.  Even if their prices are substantially lower than everyone else, it's still a chunk and for all of that, I really expect them to show up.  Or at least call.

Then, when they do show up, they've taken to only staying two or three hours, so nothing is getting done.  I get that some of the things (tile, for example) require time to set, but most of the time, that's not the case.  It's my understanding that this project should have taken a week or so.  They've been "working" on it for the better part of the month, and it's not even halfway finished.  Last week, they told us it would be done Friday.  We assumed (incorrectly) that meant it would be done last Friday.  I don't even think it'll be halfway done this Friday.  In fact, I'm wondering if they had any specific Friday in mind or if they just meant some nondescript Friday of the future.  I'm sort of thinking the latter.

Also, I'm sick of them drinking all of my coffee.  I probably wouldn't care about that if I wasn't already pissed off, but I like a particular coffee and it's one of the few things I splurge on for myself.  It's not like they're having a couple cups, I'm making at least two extra pots a day, which, again, wouldn't be a big deal if I didn't already want to punch them.  Since I'm nitpicking, I'll also throw in that they're careless about making sure the door is shut and my dog has gotten out twice.  If I'm home, I make sure to check it every time they go or out, but I can't just sit at home for the next six months, waiting to see if the door is shut properly.  But, I can't let my dog get out, either.  My dog is really dumb and if she didn't get hit by a car, she'd probably fall off the cliff or get lost or some other horrible fate.  I love my stupid dog, so that would be really sad.

Anyway, I'm over the whole thing.  I think if they don't show up tomorrow, they're done and I'll finish the stupid thing myself.  In a week.