So, The Powers That Be, AKA the owners of our humble abode, hired some contractors to redo the siding on a few of the houses down here in our lil culdesac. Which is fantabulous, and awesome, and fully of happy good times and joy for all. But, of course, I am exaggerating my rather large ass off.
First, they started hammering on the walls about 6 a.m wednesday.Which, although inconveinent, is understandable. Everyone has to make a living, the sooner you start the sooner you can go home, blah blah. All fine and dandy. Then Thursday two of the workers got in to a screaming match, dropping the f-bomb and all sorts of un-child-friendly words at each other...right outside of my oldest two boys' bedroom window. (I was alerted to this when my almost-four year old piped up with "Mommy, what is a fuckstick?") Then, I noticed Thursday evening that they left some trash in the yard. A few sweet tea cups and a bag from a certain fast food chain, a soda bottle and a few cans, and an empty pack of cigarettes. I was a tad bit peeved, but I just let it be figuring they'd clean it up the next day.
Then, the straw that broke the camels back: I let one of them in to my laundry room, as he had to attach the new outside vent for my dryer. No big. He went about his business while I cleaned, and then he left. This morning, as I was helping Hubby get ready for work, I open up the dryer door and lo and behold, what do I see but the light from inside the dryer shining out the top of the unit. This has never happened before, so I was a bit perplexed. I turned on the light in the room to get a better view, and what do I see but a gigantic dent in the top of my $900 dollar dryer that has the metal so bent in that the frame around the front is popped out over the top. I promptly picked up an axe and murdered all three contractors. Okay, that last part might be a BIT of an exaggeration. But, I did utter a few colorful words and make Hubby come see the damage. From what we can see, we assume that this 6 foot something, 200 and something pound man climbed on TOP of my dryer to attach the pipe that goes outside. When there was a chair provided for him that i myself, in all of my five feet of shortness, can reach the pipe from whilst standing upon. If you are thinking "what the f-wording-f-word" you are correct.
Since today just happens to be a Saturday (because OF COURSE it is) there is seemingly nothing that I can do but sit and fume for the next two days, until Monday morning when I will be contacting the owners of said abode to find out the name of the contracting business. It's a dent, in a dryer, which I know seems like a petty thing to be so irate over, but it's the principle of the matter. Like, if your job is to improve peoples homes, let's be wise and have a little respect for their belongings in the process. I thought it would be common sense NOT to climb on top of someone's shit without letting them know, but apparently, "you can't fix stupid."
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