This is the culprit. The 8" widespread faucet that the poor young marble installer drilled a single center hole for.
This is the new slab of marble to replace the mistake made Saturday.
Yesterday the protective paper covering the floors was removed to reveal 2 large scrapes in the floor, carelessly filled with a cover up pen.
On Sunday we noticed that the windowsills were not cut properly, something we have agreed to accept.
On Monday we noticed the upper and lower cabinets did not line up and the carpenter had to return to move the lower one.
Today we noticed that the cupboard door does not shut because it wasn't leveled after it was moved.
We discovered 2 large dings in the front of the dishwasher as well as several missing parts.
Neither contractor will accept blame for the floors or dishwasher and because we were not here, we don't know who did it.
And today when the plumber was here to install the faucet. His name was Geronimo
Geronimo proceeded to slice open his finger and bleed all over the new marble.
Geronimo proceeded to slice open his finger and bleed all over the new marble.
As I raced to apply pressure to his finger,
it sprayed blood
all over the front of my new white linen dress.
His truck was in the shop and his borrowed truck did not have a first aid kit.
Unable to stop the bleeding with a roll of paper towels, I finally found my first aid kit which was packed away with the kitchen gear, and i wrapped it tightly in gauze pads and dressings, and to keep the messy dressy tight and neat, I wrapped it tightly in blue painters tape.
In the end, he had blood splatters all over his shirt, me, the dishwasher sink and floor.
Dexter would have been proud.
When the Raz Man came into the kitchen to see how it was going, he found the 2 of us standing in what looked like a crime scene.
In the end, he had blood splatters all over his shirt, me, the dishwasher sink and floor.
Dexter would have been proud.
When the Raz Man came into the kitchen to see how it was going, he found the 2 of us standing in what looked like a crime scene.
He was very pleased with my reaction time, as well as my first aid skills and proceeded to clean up the blood and then finish his install.
Did I mention he was on blood thinners?
No wonder he bled like a stuck pig.
No wonder he bled like a stuck pig.
And....after 7 weeks the Insurance Company is now back and fro-ing over whether the claim will be covered or not.
I'm drinking. It's all I can do.
CHEERS