In the beginning...
I noticed our ceiling was discolored in a certain area one day in our kitchen. I tried to ignore it, but my eye kept coming back to the spot. A few weeks later as I was dutifully cleaning my toilet, I noticed water on our kitchen table that was directly below the toilet. Sure enough, the ceiling was damp and spongy. We called our home warranty company who sent out a plumber. The news, he told us, was that the former owners did not put the correct flange on the toilet when they put in our Pergo floors. Instead they put down two wax rings....and the wax seals had broken. The damage? No one would know until we ripped up our floors. Side note: our home warranty would not cover any damage since it was pre-existing.
Part 2
We ripped up the Pergo and the linoleum was underneath. We could see mold growing in the corners, but had no idea what to expect. The next night T ripped up the linoleum and we were greeted by the sight and smell of mold surrounding our shower and toilet. It smells bad.
Part 3
The plumber came back today. He was supposed to do some things, but by the sight of our bathroom he shook his head and called for re-enforcement. When we called T told them we found mold and a hole in our floor/wall, but apparently they needed to see for themselves. So now I wait for another company to call me. They are water, fire, and smoke damage control. They are supposed to tell me the extent of the water damage. The worse part of this whole thing...the former owners did all THREE bathrooms the same way.
Thoughts...
1) Oh crap.
2) I want to do things right in fixing these issues. Sounds cheesy...but I want to be a good steward of our home.
3) I will not lie...the potential cost makes me a little nervous.
4) I think I am taking this pretty calmly for the most part.
5) Note to self...I will never buy another home from the former owners.
6) I wonder what things we will screw up in the house? I'm sure there will be something that make the next owners scratch their heads.
7) I think I need to do some more caulking today. It'll make me feel like I am taking care of our home properly.
8) I think we might just re-do our bathrooom while we're at it. Wish we knew what we were doing. Loews? Home Depot? Can anyone help us? How do I know if we can trust the companies we are using?
9) I have a feeling there will be more blogs about experience in the future.
Showing posts with label Horror Stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Horror Stories. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Not for the Faint of Heart
Last week (exactly a week from today) I was teaching 8th period class. There was a girl in the back of the room who I thought was merely having a bad day. Unfortunately it was worse than that. She was having a bad day AND was sick...but decided not to tell me. So what happened? She throw up in the back of my room... EVERYWHERE. And then proceeded to throw up all over the bathroom. A couple of thoughts come to mind when thinking of this situation. 1) I am glad I am not an elementary teacher and have to deal with this on a regular basis. 2) I felt awful for the girl. Her day obviously got worse after that. 3) This incident was yet another observation that confirms the fact that I cannot read minds.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Appalled
Let me start by saying I have been craving PF Changs ALL day. 
I have always had a wonderful experience and delicious food at Changs. Tonight the wonderful food was the same but the atmosphere was horrid. Please let me make clear it was NOT the restaurant's fault. But unfortunately T. and I were placed next to a table with two men... Normal men at first glance. I first noticed them when they began their animated conversation about Wal*Mart. Who makes that their dinner conversation? But I marked them up to business men that had to find SOMETHING to talk about for the next hour during dinner. If I only knew at that point that I would be silently begging, PLEADING them to go back to that conversation. I am not sure when the dreaded conversation began but my ears (unfortunately) perked up when I heard mention from this table of a chef rubbing his male parts in some warm cheese he was about to serve his clients. I was disgusted to say the less but I decided to turn my attention back to T. and the wonton soup I was enjoying. But apparently MAN 1 was not done with his stories that he had experienced as a 16 year old (he now looked about early 40s). Luckily for all the other diners at PF Changs he refused to tell his stories in any other volume but LOUD, so there was not much option but to listen. After the male genital and warm cheese story was the sous chef having his way with the prime rib story followed closely by the chef who rubbed his butt with steak story (these stories were each repeated as least twice). Of course MAN 1 had to include the part of the story where the unsuspecting customers greatly enjoyed their dinner. I was greatly dismayed but I can't imagine the horror of his dinner partner. At least I hope his dinner partner was horrified...if not there was something terribly wrong with him as well. MAN 1 finished up his gruesome stories right as his food was being served to him which I thought was disgustingly fitting. The best part of the dinner, though, was when MAN 1 conveniently removed himself from the table right as the bill was delivered and returned 15 minutes later never to offer to help pay. Seriously...what was wrong with him? God help his children...I know he has them. He talked about them right after the disgusting food stories.
I have always had a wonderful experience and delicious food at Changs. Tonight the wonderful food was the same but the atmosphere was horrid. Please let me make clear it was NOT the restaurant's fault. But unfortunately T. and I were placed next to a table with two men... Normal men at first glance. I first noticed them when they began their animated conversation about Wal*Mart. Who makes that their dinner conversation? But I marked them up to business men that had to find SOMETHING to talk about for the next hour during dinner. If I only knew at that point that I would be silently begging, PLEADING them to go back to that conversation. I am not sure when the dreaded conversation began but my ears (unfortunately) perked up when I heard mention from this table of a chef rubbing his male parts in some warm cheese he was about to serve his clients. I was disgusted to say the less but I decided to turn my attention back to T. and the wonton soup I was enjoying. But apparently MAN 1 was not done with his stories that he had experienced as a 16 year old (he now looked about early 40s). Luckily for all the other diners at PF Changs he refused to tell his stories in any other volume but LOUD, so there was not much option but to listen. After the male genital and warm cheese story was the sous chef having his way with the prime rib story followed closely by the chef who rubbed his butt with steak story (these stories were each repeated as least twice). Of course MAN 1 had to include the part of the story where the unsuspecting customers greatly enjoyed their dinner. I was greatly dismayed but I can't imagine the horror of his dinner partner. At least I hope his dinner partner was horrified...if not there was something terribly wrong with him as well. MAN 1 finished up his gruesome stories right as his food was being served to him which I thought was disgustingly fitting. The best part of the dinner, though, was when MAN 1 conveniently removed himself from the table right as the bill was delivered and returned 15 minutes later never to offer to help pay. Seriously...what was wrong with him? God help his children...I know he has them. He talked about them right after the disgusting food stories.
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