The construction at the back of the house moves on, and on, and on...
The tiles are all in the bathroom. Shower stall and floor. The bedroom has hardwood floor down and the walls are painted. Sounds promising, doesn't it?
There was a break where no one would return our calls and tools that belong to us and were put away in our garage went missing. Along with a pricey shower head. After letting everyone know that we would be forced claim this all on our insurance and that they would need a police report (that would include their names and phone numbers...), everything magically turned up. "See, it was just sitting in the closet the whole time!"
Yes, the closet, where I examined each shelf and found nothing. Of course that's where it was this whole time.
So there is still all the detail work to be completed. As in, you need to repaint the trim where you painted over it. You need to clean the paint off the hardwood floor where you spilled it. You need to install the light fixture over again, this time correctly. If these guys are charging by the hour, they'll soon be millionaires.
So, it goes on. But not the way I'd like it to.