Told you the wife had contacted the State Attorney General.

Asked about procedures for filing a complaint.

I downloaded the forms for her. She spent the past few days filling out the forms, and gathering documents. Yesterday morning before the phone call she spent time in the Super Market making copies.

However, the Contractor called. Said the plans have been approved, and they will send someone over at 1400 for a paper to be signed.

He showed up at 1400 sharp with the approval form to begin work. The wife signed it.

Upon leaving he said a lady will call at 1430 today.

I asked what this lady was.

He said she was the head of the production division, or some title like that.

I asked what this lady was going to say.

He said she will give the schedule for beginning the work.

As he left I asked if he was for real.

He said he was, and mentioned the trailer parked on the driveway.

I asked him if he knew how long it has been there. He guessed SIX months.

I told him THREE. He was surprised, and said we were doing good.

Don't lie. anyways all this now means is that the plans have been accepted by the code people.

Yes.

Anyways, wife doesn't believe any of this, and if this lady doesn't call today, the wife will have a fit. Might even submit all that paperwork to the Attorney General. She is really fed up.

Six month? Yes.

it's their way of saying they are thinking of us...parking that trailer there.

They park trailers at all their customers places like this apparently.

When he said six months it indicates it could still be there another three.

That won't fly with the wife.

She is some Pisssssssed.

However, the form she signed yesterday was legitimate, and from the Inspector's Office.

I did ask the fellow what precipitated this action all of a sudden.

He said it was in the normal evolution of getting to the work.

Nothing prompted them by anything we did...except.......

Last week the wife called them and asked for an update. She got the same run around, and during the conversation with that party she was speaking with, slammed down the phone, hanging up.

That's when she contacted the Attorney General to ask for guidance.

The AG told her the procedures, but I don't think the wife told the AG who the CONtractor was, or whether they even asked.

Anyway, on sunday the wife was livid...blaming me for not having the "balls" to take action.

Knowing you waited NINE months for your job, I had told the wife way back not to get too anxious, but she just can't do that.

Anyhow, on Sunday I kept sending emails to the CONtractor with photos of the mess they left here, and the dopey trailer parked out front.

I finally latched onto an email address that worked...it didn't bounce, so they did get it.

No...will be at the end of March.

In it I asked for anyone to come visit ME here, have a cup of coffee...tell sea stories, and discuss this dilemma.

Not getting any response to the email, On monday night I found another email address of theirs that worked and sent another email to them.

With picture of the sun room as I see it.

Same note...come see me...I'm just across the river from you.

That went out Monday evening.

Tuesday morning the wife gets the phone call that fellow is coming.

So it's one of two things, or maybe the two combined.

slamming down the phone, and/or my emails.

I'll forward the two emails to you.

It took six tries to get the first email to them.

I just kept sending it, trying different combinations until I didn't get a kick-back.

I'll send them to you. However, they didn't have the "balls" to answer them.

Instead they sent that fellow...a nice guy.

Which is alright with me.

I just sent the second Forward to you.

If, back in June of last year, the salesman hadn't said the job would be finished in July, it wouldn't have matter. If he said these things takes months...maybe years, it wouldn't have been so bad.

It's their fault actually. Even I believed him.

Now I see reading reviews by other people we aren't doing too bad...yet.

The job could turn out to be a horror show.

If it turns out to be a chop job, I don't know what the wife will do.

After all this she hasn't much reserve for anything more.

Bye bye.

bye