Yes, friends, we have been paying a mortgage since October and so far, all we have to show for it is a house with no walls.
I have been diligently texting my contractor twice per day (he mostly doesn’t bother answering the second text) and two weeks later, we’ve picked out a door, and the siding style (beveled not rounded, whatever that means – its still cheap vinyl siding), and nothing else has happened.
Besides of course a flurry of emails and phone calls and texts that still don’t leave us with a clear timeline on when this whole thing is going to get done.
I just found out this morning that the siding guy is delayed (again again) because of the rain. Fine.
You can bet your ass our contractor got a call from me at 7:30 when I found out (after I texted him at 7:28 to find out). And a weird thing happened. I was still frustrated as hell, but for the first time, I could tell he was too.
He actually said, there have been all these delays and it has been killing me.
Me too, I said, quietly.
(I had pretty much been yelling previously.)
He said someone is going to the house today to take a look at what needs to be done interior-wise and he would get the electrician and plumber in there next week (I’m still holding my breath), and the siding guy is starting on Sunday, or Monday at the latest. He is ordering the doors and they should be in next week and windows will be in on the 9th.
Which still fucking sucks.
But for some reason, I feel a little better that he kind of thinks so too.
He said he was getting on the bridge and had to call me back in half an hour. I said we could just talk on Sunday at our standing call time.
He is definitely not off the hook.