At our house we’re either having issues with the electric gate, the internet, the a/c or the water.
Lately, it’s been the a/c. It is working, but intermittently.
I’m focussing on the positive, it works most of the time.
We’re making headway on most recent house updates. The new tile flooring is in. There is an issue with the grout, but we’re not going to worry too much about it until our tile installer returns from his annual trip to Romania in a month.
The new trim is in around door casings, new baseboards are installed. The cabinet doors have all been removed from my craft room; the painting of those will happen off property by a professional. The remaining cabinet parts are being sprayed in house, so lots of plastic is draped around.
Enter Jeff Spicoli
We have a couple of painters here to paint the new trim and some walls that need to be repainted. These guys have been here before, we knew what to expect. While both are very nice, trustworthy people and good painters, it’s quite evident that they know their way around a bong.
On Wednesday, I had things.to.do. I saved up all my errands for one day and departed the house at 11:30. I worked out, then I stopped at Total Wine (as Linds says: meal prep!), Walgreens, Publix, Post Office, Tile store, & our condo to pick up a package. When I arrived back home at 4:30 our two regular (Spicoli) painters had left, but my other painter was still here working on the cabinet painting.
When I checked in on him he said: Your water isn’t working.
My face and my good attitude immediately fell.
I had warned this particular painter the day before about our faulty toilet, but failed to tell Spicoli one & two. I assumed they could read. One should not make assumptions.
We are on a well system here with a lovely Reverse Osmosis tank. We have fabulous water with the RO system, we could sell water to the people who are obsessed with bottled water. BUT, if you let the water run and run, the tank will RUN out of water. If the tank runs out of water and the pump/motor/etc continues to run, something will break.
Guess who closes at 4 and doesn’t offer after hour services? Our water service company.
Ya’ll I was done. I wanted a shower. I wanted to wash my hands. I wanted to flush a toilet. I’m fairly certain that either PMS or Peri-menopause (it’s a crapshoot) coincided with this water situation because as aggravated as I was, I really felt sad. Down. I wanted to cry. And I wanted to break into the wine that I had purchased for a later date.
I looked out at the pool, said to myself in my best Ellie May Clampett voice: Here we go again, another bath in the cement pond.
Then I remembered we have a lovely condo across town with no guests in it. And it has water. And a/c. And internet. And wine. All the things I require.
I grabbed my coffee creamer, iPad, a bag of grapes and departed my humble abode. The Coach decided to rough it and stay. He said: You can just shower there and then come back home.
I needed some time to wallow in my aggravation. And it was better to do it alone as I felt like I could be snappy and rude; he didn’t deserve it. He isn’t the asshat who can’t read.
I was back home at 8:30 Thursday morning. Refreshed and happy.
It’s Thursday at 11:10am and my water people still have not arrived.
Me looking longingly at the clean pool and wondering if I’ll be bathing in it tonight, driving across town or maybe I’ll just start a new lifestyle.
Your almost smelly, aggravated, slightly warm, hormonal friend Suz
EDITED TO ADD: Thursday at noon, we were back in water business.
EDITED TO ADD: Thursday afternoon Spicoli 1 felt horrible about it all and thinks he has the faulty handle fixed. I’m not taking down my sign anytime soon.