No Work And All Play Makes Jack A Broke Boy

, , , , , , | Working | June 30, 2020

My aunt recently moved into a new house and has to do some renovations, so she’s hired a worker from a local construction company to do so.

He set off a big red flag on his first day on the job; he was asked to clean out the gutters, and yet he didn’t bring a ladder. This meant he had to climb out of the window onto the roof to clean them, dealing some damage to the shingles in the process.

For some reason, my aunt still goes with this guy. Unsurprisingly, it only gets worse.

The next day, he comes in to install a curtain pole on one of her second-floor windows. When it comes out crooked, this happens.

Aunt: “Why is this thing crooked?”

Worker: “What do you mean? It’s up the right way.”

Aunt: *Sighs* “Okay, measure it again, then.”

The worker uses a TAPE MEASURE instead of a bubble level to see if the curtain pole is level on both ends, using the SOFT CARPET to base it on.

Worker: “Again, it looks level to me, ma’am.”

Aunt: *Pause* “Okay, repeat what you just said to me and think about it.”

Worker: *Pause* “I said it’s level?”

Aunt: *mental facepalm*

At this stage of the renovations, she now has several big, ugly holes in her wall due to the worker having to realign the curtain pole.

On another day on the job, the guy says he’ll install plumbing and connect them to some washing machines in an upstairs room, which my aunt bought specifically FOR the new house. She gets back from an errand, and no progress has been made on the room OR the washing machines. My aunt looks on her back porch and catches this guy talking on the phone to one of his friends about a potentially lucrative music commission he got assigned, as he is apparently a composer, as well. My aunt, who the guy still hasn’t noticed, loudly announces that she would like to see how it turns out. The guy doesn’t last too much longer after this.

When my aunt texts the guy to tell him that she is changing to a different company — no surprise there — he still has the gall to try to guilt-trip my aunt into paying through their last series of texts.

Worker: “I would like to remind you that you still have not paid for my services. Please do so as soon as possible, as I’m struggling and need to put food on the table for my family.”

Aunt: “Man, are you serious right now?! I told you in person why I’m not paying you, and apparently, I have to tell you again! When I asked you to clean the gutters out, you didn’t even bother to bring a ladder.

“When you installed my curtain pole, you didn’t even bother to use the proper equipment to see if it was level, instead half-a**ing it using a tape measure and the carpet, and left a bunch of holes in the wall you didn’t even bother, nor offer to fix!

“When you were told to install plumbing upstairs, you not only did nothing during the time I was gone, which should have been more than enough for you to get started at least; no, you spent that time talking on the phone about another job!

“That’s an entire month down the drain with almost no progress on my house! You want your money? Go find a client for a commission; of course, with an experience like this, it sure as h*** won’t be me! Do you want to know why you’re not getting a d*** cent out of me for this job? There’s your reason! There are your reasons, plural!

“And I’m sure as h*** not going to regret this. I am more than perfectly capable of doing most of these tasks; I’ve moved into multiple houses and performed repairs on all or most of them. I hired you because I wanted to, not because I needed to. Goodbye, and do not contact me again.”

A few days later, she got a call from the construction company itself, saying she had been “constantly rude and abusive” to one of their employees, and they were also inquiring about the payment. She cleared the situation up and they said they’d look into it. They also said they were now VERY interested in talking to [Worker]. Apparently, he had been getting similar complaints from lots of his clients.

A few weeks later, when she checked the website of the construction company, [Worker]’s contact information was no longer there. Thankfully, the company she switched to actually did the work they were assigned, and her new house looks amazing!

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Constructing A Pretty Good Point

, , , , , | Working | June 17, 2020

My in-laws own a building restoration company, mainly dealing with old brick structures. They will not do new construction. 

City council meets with local business owners to try to combat low employment rates, especially among people with any sort of criminal record. 

Mayor: “You own a construction company; why not take on a few more employees with less desirable records?”

Father-In-Law: “Well, you see, it’s building restoration. I can only take on workers with experience in old construction or a background in engineering.”

Mayor: “Nothing wrong with training new, hard-working citizens, though.”

Father-In-Law: “Sounds good, but it won’t work. Everyone has to come back clean on the background check; we often work unsupervised in businesses, even the occasional bank after hours. I don’t want anything to go wrong.”

Mayor: “Fine. Just know you are being unreasonable.”

A few months later, the mayor hires my father-in-law to repair the sinking front steps of his home. He sends out a guy who’s 6’4” and 250 pounds and has tattoos from his neck to his fingertips and rippling muscles. He’s the sort of guy that you wouldn’t want to cross. He is a life and fitness coach, and an extremely nice guy. He doesn’t know the first thing about repairs.

He knocks on the front door with a toolbox, and the mayor just about calls the police. Instead, he calls my father-in-law to ask about him.

Father-In-Law: “Oh, yeah, he works for me; he applied a few weeks back. I thought about what you said and figured I’d give him a shot. He got out early on good behavior; I think it was felony assault and possession of narcotics.”

Mayor: “And you sent him out to my house?”

Father-In-Law: “Well, yeah. You pushed for more felons to be hired! Thought you’d love to see the results. Is he working okay? Or are you afraid he’s going to rob the place?” *Laughs* “He’s a good guy, never went to prison. Just showing you that image is part of business.”

He sent someone to actually reset the steps after the call.

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“The Last Bits” Of Realization

, , , | Right | April 15, 2020

It is a very hot summer and I decide to wear my favourite dress. I’ve had it for years and it has lost its elasticity. It’s not the most flattering dress anymore and since I am overweight, it adds a few more pounds visually. However, since it is hot, I decide to go for comfort instead of style. 

I’m heading home from spending the night elsewhere and I come across a construction site blocking my path. I need to go to the other side and there is literally no other way to get there unless you cross that site. Construction people have made a “safe path” and employees are present to help people if needed. I head to the small stairway.

Employee: “Miss, miss, wait! One moment, I’m coming!”

A middle-aged man runs towards me. He doesn’t hurry; he actually runs. He offers his hand.

Employee: “Mind your step, miss, one more… Do you want me to take your suitcase?”

Me: “Oh, no, thank you. It’s not heavy.”

The man stays close to me over the sandy path.

Employee: “It must be getting heavy for you in this heat.”

Me: “Oh, not really. I’m fine.”

We reach the other side and the man offers his hand again and helps me out of this sandy pit.

Employee: “Good luck, miss, with the last bits!”

I thank him and am amazed by this kind and chivalrous behaviour. By no means was the man pushy; he was genuinely being supportive and kind. I continue, and halfway, I come across to someone I hadn’t seen for years.

Acquaintance: “Oh, hi, [My Name]! You’re looking great! When are you due?!”

It then hit me. The dress made me look pregnant. The man who’d just helped me thought he was helping a heavily pregnant lady. But I’m sorry, sir. I am just fat.

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The Roof, The Roof, The Roof Is On Fire

, , , , , , | Right | March 12, 2020

(My dad owns a construction company. This week we have had a heatwave with temperatures feeling like 40 degrees with humidity. Yesterday, we also had severe thunderstorms with a chance of a tornado. My dad gets this call:)

Customer: *freaking out* “Where are the roofers?! They were supposed to be here today!”

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Not Closed Minded In A Very Big Way

, , , | Right | February 26, 2020

I’m a customer at a sandwich stand located just outside a shopping mall downtown. The mall is encircled by a solid metal construction fence as it is in the process of being rebuilt. The surrounding street is all dug up and closed for traffic. There’s dirt everywhere and no one is inside as the place is obviously temporarily out of business.

The mall’s renovation has been fairly big news in the city and was discussed in local newspapers, etc. An older lady with a few shopping bags in hand comes to the sandwich stand and starts talking to the cashier.

Customer:
“Oh, you’ll probably know, miss… How do I find the entrance to the mall over there?”

The cashier and I stare.

Cashier:
“Nowhere. It’s closed.”

Customer:
“What? Why?”

Cashier:
“Um… it’s… being… rebuilt?”

Customer:
“What?! How am I supposed to know that?! There are still signs and all!”

She’s pointing to company logos that are still hanging on the walls outside.

Customer:
“It’s ridiculous! They should post a sign somewhere saying there’s no entrance! Someone could be looking for it! And if you’re not from around here… They must have started all this just now, am I right?”

Cashier:
“Er… Not really; it’s been going on for about three months.”

Customer:
“This is just silly. They should definitely notify people about it!”

She walks away.

Cashier & Me:
“But… it’s been all over the newspapers…”

We just looked at each other perplexed for a moment while she carried on through piles of dirt and the closed street.

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