Monday, November 28, 2005
When knowing fractions comes in handy. Arriving home from a quiet day at the State House I opened the front door to a toxic aroma of drying epoxy and wondered what progress might have transpired in the still unfinished bathroom. Hubby popped his head out of the office to 'shhhh' me because he was having his all important budget conference call which meant he probably hadn't even realized anyone had been in the house to do something. Something had been done. The granite top had been installed albeit with fractions few for Tile Guy to finish off around the vanity.
It is obvious that Granite Guy didn't hook up with Contractor Guy as planned which means Granite Guy was left to his own devices i.e. the agreed-upon one inch overhang was jettisoned in favor of getting the damn job done and let the owner deal with the aftermath. You see skinny slivers of tile are easily breakable and not good -- hence did we need the one and five-eighths space. All this is fixable of course. But it all translates into delays, delays, delays. I'm wondering if my Xmas target date is reasonable....good grief.
It is obvious that Granite Guy didn't hook up with Contractor Guy as planned which means Granite Guy was left to his own devices i.e. the agreed-upon one inch overhang was jettisoned in favor of getting the damn job done and let the owner deal with the aftermath. You see skinny slivers of tile are easily breakable and not good -- hence did we need the one and five-eighths space. All this is fixable of course. But it all translates into delays, delays, delays. I'm wondering if my Xmas target date is reasonable....good grief.
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