Yes, this entry is all sir
crazyplumberpants but first a little back story for you. I am your typical
“Daddy’s girl” and “baby” of the family. I get into trouble, can’t figure my way
out, I call daddy and he helps me get back on track. Character flaw? Absolutely
but I own that flaw. Now that doesn’t mean that I don’t know how to do stuff,
it just means that sometimes I go WAY OVERBOARD with the things I do. Perhaps
this explains why I have as many jobs/volunteer for as many things as I do. I
could list them but quite frankly NO ONE CARES and that includes me (90% of the
time). Moving on with the back story, we had nasty metal pipes in the house
that needed “updating” and so I asked my Dad about who I should call to fix it.
He hired this guy he knew from a guy that knew this other guy that knew someone
that did that (see where I’m going with this here) and so we are using the
“good o’ boy” system. Meaning everyone else said he was ok also meaning “don’t
worry about it, Sis, we got this.” This guy comes into my house and starts
changing all the pipes which is exactly what I wanted, however, what I didn’t
want was the mess he left for me to clean up and ruined a BRAND NEW cleaning
bucket and didn’t bother to say a word about anything. He leaves, go up to the
bank and charges my dad for the “job well done” and goes on about his life
UNTIL I have to call him again because yes, you guessed it, they (new plumbing)
is leaking and not working quite right. He comes back and I may have made
mention loudly on the phone (hello passive-aggressive move) about how my new
bucket is ruined and I had to spend 2 DAYS cleaning up a mess only to find a
much bigger mess where the pipes were leaking. He then calls my dad and apologizes
to him and does nothing else about it. Yup, that is why I begged/pleaded/stated
my case against ever hiring this “good o’ boy” again. Should have worked right?
Nope! He was hired to fix something else, and then since I couldn’t get my
point across I started to hire my own guy to fix things…. Whom you might ask?
ME! I am woman; hear me curse like a drunken sailor all the while putting in
new shower fixtures, sinks and faucets, and pipes. That’s right, I CAN do this.
Well no, I can’t all the time…which is now where we are with the vent.
So we were going to hire out my uncle but apparently summer was vastly approaching and we needed this vent put in to avoid more problems that would occur from the moisture that collects/builds. My dad, God love him because I do too, was helping but temporally lost his memory about said guy because guess who was at my door to fix it. Yup, comes and knocks/pounds on the door unannounced… no scratch that, 3 weeks late. I was, of course, not expecting said man to be there at all let alone that particular day and so went on getting ready for the day as if I had the whole “school day” to do so. Yup, you guessed it, he came right as I was IN THE SHOWER! The nerve, ha! So I do that whole not-so-sneaky thing and wrap a towel around my body and peak around the corner of my kitchen to see the door and HE WAS LOOKING IN! Eek! Almost break a hip turning around to hide in what I’m sure is a not so safe place, but still send a silent plea to the Lord above. I’m sure it was something along the lines of: “Please, please, please make him go away for 10 minutes. I would be forever grateful. I will TRY to keep track of things better and be a better person/mother/wife/daughter. I would only like him to go away for like ten minutes, please Lord, I beg of thee.” I do believe it was the use of “thee” that I suddenly hear his truck start and peel out of my short driveway. I send another prayer and blessing to the Lord and run down the stairs (still sopping wet mind you) and dang near trip/slip/slide into the couch in the basement which hold about 3 baskets of clean clothes. It is noted not that when you want to find something in a hurry and in fear of another unexpected guest (hello, daddy knows code to get into house) you cannot find a single thing except your cell phone which is lighting up with notifications of a MISSED CALL from mom. Aw crap! I call her and am unable to control the panic in my voice and my anxiety is soaring. She calms me down and I get ready and await the guy to show back up.
Since this is super long, I will save you the details on this bloggityblog entry but go into details next entry. We do have a working vent in the bathroom.
So we were going to hire out my uncle but apparently summer was vastly approaching and we needed this vent put in to avoid more problems that would occur from the moisture that collects/builds. My dad, God love him because I do too, was helping but temporally lost his memory about said guy because guess who was at my door to fix it. Yup, comes and knocks/pounds on the door unannounced… no scratch that, 3 weeks late. I was, of course, not expecting said man to be there at all let alone that particular day and so went on getting ready for the day as if I had the whole “school day” to do so. Yup, you guessed it, he came right as I was IN THE SHOWER! The nerve, ha! So I do that whole not-so-sneaky thing and wrap a towel around my body and peak around the corner of my kitchen to see the door and HE WAS LOOKING IN! Eek! Almost break a hip turning around to hide in what I’m sure is a not so safe place, but still send a silent plea to the Lord above. I’m sure it was something along the lines of: “Please, please, please make him go away for 10 minutes. I would be forever grateful. I will TRY to keep track of things better and be a better person/mother/wife/daughter. I would only like him to go away for like ten minutes, please Lord, I beg of thee.” I do believe it was the use of “thee” that I suddenly hear his truck start and peel out of my short driveway. I send another prayer and blessing to the Lord and run down the stairs (still sopping wet mind you) and dang near trip/slip/slide into the couch in the basement which hold about 3 baskets of clean clothes. It is noted not that when you want to find something in a hurry and in fear of another unexpected guest (hello, daddy knows code to get into house) you cannot find a single thing except your cell phone which is lighting up with notifications of a MISSED CALL from mom. Aw crap! I call her and am unable to control the panic in my voice and my anxiety is soaring. She calms me down and I get ready and await the guy to show back up.
Since this is super long, I will save you the details on this bloggityblog entry but go into details next entry. We do have a working vent in the bathroom.
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