Victory?

Those of you who've been following my house travails were last left with the information that my homebuilder guy was supposed to call me back Friday.

Guess what?

No call. I wasn't really surprised--I figured they were either trying to remount and reload, or trying to find the cheapest illegal alien labor they could find to fix it. I could wait the weekend to find out.

Then, yesterday--no call. Hmm. Well, this might be a bit toward the Not Good side of the ledger. I furrowed my brow, like this. Oh, wait, no X-10 cam. Imagine a husky man who looks constipated.

Today, I figured if I didn't hear anything it would be time to start issuing ammo and grenades, so imagine my surprise when I checked my messages at home (he never will call me and talk to me at work--always leaves messages. Contractors...) and he apologized for not getting back in touch Friday. He did have a pretty good excuse, a death in his wife's family (and yes, I'll give him the benefit of the doubt on that one) and said he had "talked to the people he needed to talk to" about the problem. I really wish he would just say "his boss," or "the insurance adjuster"; whenever he's deliberately vague, it sounds like he's working for Don Corleone. (If there's a horse head in my bed in the morning, I promise I'll scream like a little girl.) Anyway, he said he was going to get their siding installer out there to get it fixed, and would call back and set up a time.

Well, now. That sounds promising. If nothing else, it's a lot better than him saying it's my fault--BUT...these are contractors.

I won't believe it until it's done.
posted by Terry at 1:42:00 PM