Bwuh?! MY ROOOOOOOOM!!
May. 23rd, 2011 11:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
x_losI'd been told the plasterers were coming Thursday for like, a few hours. They didn't show, and I assumed it was just relatively quick ceiling-mending that needed done over the ugly patches.
So I leave my house Thursday night and go to my first day at work from Katy's Friday, then spend the weekend there. Today I come into town, do an ass-ton of errands, and meet a friend who's visiting London/bunking at mine. We hang out downtown, then when Katy gets off work we go back to mine, where we find my carefully arranged living room deconstructed, my room entered and everything moved, rooted through and covered in heavy dust sheets, bits of wall everywhere (which makes Katy's dust allergies go nuts), and evidence of plaster-work all over the place--big, grimy, fly-spackled buckets of the gooey stuff and a legion of paint buckets--laders in the garden, for some reason. And the doors all gone, replaced by painted unfinished planks of wood with no handles.
No one told me this was happening.
Not happy.
About as annoyed as it is politely possible to be.
Noooone of the other roommates, who I'm subleasing from, let me know, they didn't like--drop me an email. And when I asked Rob was sort of bemusedly, unconcernedly like 'yeah, I didn't think this replastering was going to be such a big deal...'
Have uncovered stuff for the night, but no idea how many days this shit will take, and it's and embarrassing/annoying when I'd cleaned /for a guest/. Now I have some Kafkaesque unfathomable, uncontrollable, seemingly irrational and potentially endless invasion of privacy-cum-intense home improvement project which involves replacing our old but okay doors with freaky handle-less planks of wood, for some reason. Can't even close my door to sleep at night, for fear of never getting it out of the jamb again. Grrrrrrr.
Given the landlady thing, this is the third time in as many months I'll have to completely reassemble my bedroom, and the second time I'll have to put the living room into some semblance of order. It doesn't get easier, it's always equally. fucking. annoying.
So I leave my house Thursday night and go to my first day at work from Katy's Friday, then spend the weekend there. Today I come into town, do an ass-ton of errands, and meet a friend who's visiting London/bunking at mine. We hang out downtown, then when Katy gets off work we go back to mine, where we find my carefully arranged living room deconstructed, my room entered and everything moved, rooted through and covered in heavy dust sheets, bits of wall everywhere (which makes Katy's dust allergies go nuts), and evidence of plaster-work all over the place--big, grimy, fly-spackled buckets of the gooey stuff and a legion of paint buckets--laders in the garden, for some reason. And the doors all gone, replaced by painted unfinished planks of wood with no handles.
No one told me this was happening.
Not happy.
About as annoyed as it is politely possible to be.
Noooone of the other roommates, who I'm subleasing from, let me know, they didn't like--drop me an email. And when I asked Rob was sort of bemusedly, unconcernedly like 'yeah, I didn't think this replastering was going to be such a big deal...'
Have uncovered stuff for the night, but no idea how many days this shit will take, and it's and embarrassing/annoying when I'd cleaned /for a guest/. Now I have some Kafkaesque unfathomable, uncontrollable, seemingly irrational and potentially endless invasion of privacy-cum-intense home improvement project which involves replacing our old but okay doors with freaky handle-less planks of wood, for some reason. Can't even close my door to sleep at night, for fear of never getting it out of the jamb again. Grrrrrrr.
Given the landlady thing, this is the third time in as many months I'll have to completely reassemble my bedroom, and the second time I'll have to put the living room into some semblance of order. It doesn't get easier, it's always equally. fucking. annoying.
