I’m writing an extra e-mail to the site manager. Point out that the garage must be completely torn away once again. That the plastering of the house makes no sense at the moment. I even talk to him on the phone this morning.
Right now I go there because of another appointment - more about that in a moment - the outside of the house is plastered. Of course around the wrong sitting garage.
And the appointment? It was agreed to meet there at about 12 noon. Me and my wife were there promptly at 12 noon. Approx. means 5 minutes to me or not. I get a call, as soon as I get out of the car, that the man will be there in 40 minutes. I say: that’s not approx. 12 o’clock. He says: In his mail he pointed out that he will call again before. I knew he didn’t say that. I check the mail again. No, about 12 o’clock was agreed. I don’t even know if I’ll go there again now. I have to… but I won’t talk to him sensibly.
And tomorrow I’ll make a real ruckus when the site manager comes. At the moment, only shit is fabricated.
- Our several thousand euro expensive bathtub has a huge scratch. It was never clear to me why it was installed in the shell.
- On the outside of two windows is construction foam, which according to my dad, who really knows about it, can not really be removed, as long as it is cured. And it is.
And so on.
Actually, I didn’t want to make this public anymore, but my head is already spinning again.