The past four days, the hubby and I had been sleeping in the living room as the toilet in our room underwent some reconstruction. For the past four days, we have diligently vacuumed, swept and mopped the house for gazillion times and we still felt that the entire house was covered with dust, especially our room. We made a mistake by not covering our bed and stuffs before they started hacking the toilet floor. To our ultimate horror, we found that our bed was looking extremely white as if snow had fallen or something.
So, we pulled out our trusty fold able mattresses and camped outside in the living room. I actually think that it’s kinda romantic and exciting to be sleeping in the living room. And we could hear the whirring of our fridge from the kitchen at night. All strange new sounds to keep me awake. hehe.
The contractors didn’t actually do a good job and yesterday, they finally finished the job. However, to our dismay, there seemed to be an error in their work. The water would not completely flow into the hole and remained stagnant and sorta flooded a little in the middle of the toilet.
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Hmmm…not only these people had taken their own sweet time the past few days, snaking off from work at every opportunity they get, having the longest breaks I have seen and taking another extra day to complete their work. I paused for a while to adjust my emotions. How should I respond to this ineffective and poorly done work? Holler at them and demand that they rectify it immediately? Be a bitch and comment on how dissatisfied we are with their quality of work? Complain to their boss and demand for a discount? I told myself that we have every bit of right to do all these.
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But the reasonable part of me told me that I won’t achieve a win-win situation if I persist to be a so-called ‘rightful customer’.
Hence, we told them nicely that we could see that there is some miscalculation in their leveling of the floor and they admitted it as well. So, there must be some rectification done in order to have their work completed. They have already superseded their estimated time frame and it is not possible for us to pay them for a poorly done job. Moreover, I dread to clean up the house again if they start hacking the floor again.
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So, we have arrange one more day, yes, this Friday, for them to hack the floor and ‘obediently’ fix whatever that needs fixing. One more day. That’s all I’m willing to sacrifice.
With my temperament at check and my wits to the end, I’m keeping my fingers crossed for the hope that they can get it right this time. I refuse to see my house in a dusty mess anymore regardless of whether it is romantic to sleep in the living room or not.
Nevertheless, I’m giving myself a pat at the back for being such a pushover nice person. After all, I’m not always this nice, y’know.
