The linoleum in the bathroom needs to be replaced, parts of the wall possibly, the siding definitely, the carpet in both hallways for a few feet from each door to the bathroom is going to be replaced and so is the padding.
All weekend I had this massive dehumidifying machine sitting in the middle of my bathroom supposedly drying out the walls and the flooring. It’s loud, and it’s putting out a significant amount of heat. It’s blocking the shower for the most part and it’s got power cords and tubes running into and around my sink blocking most of the stuff there. The floor is covered in broken dry wall, dirt and rocks and things from the wall, the workers, and who knows who else was in there while I was gone. And that’s the icing on this sewer cake, the fact that countless strangers have been tromping through my (and Lucy’s) home.
Monday Land Lady tells me I need to keep Lucy out of the apartment so they can wheel the dehumidifier out through my bedroom. So Lucy comes to work with me, hangs out in the car while I’m inside, rides around while I go to the shop, she’s a trooper, I bring her home around lunch time so she’s in the car for a few hours. Then Land Lady tells me that Lucy has to be out of the place Tuesday afternoon for the carpet guy to replace the pad and lay the carpet in the hallway in my room as well as by the laundry machine. So I take some time around lunch to come home and pick Lucy up and take her to work with me today. A few more hours of sitting in the car, I come home to an email from Land Lady.
The carpet guy came and she missed the fucking phone call, so the email is telling me to have Lucy out of the house again tomorrow afternoon.
So I’m missing work and asking my dog to sit in the car for hours at a time … for nothing.
And that’s not the worst part of my day by a long shot.