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Stan001
I’m half way through a bathroom, shower, walls to ceiling and floor. Its going to take me 1~2 days longer than I planned for. Arrived on site last week and my plumber has sub contracted a dry liner who thinks that walls bouncing in and out 20mm are ok to tile on. Had to go to town and buy some long drywall screws, came back, had to find studs in crap walls. This is a new executive house on an estate full of executive house, all about 5 years old – built like junk. Studs not at standard pitch, dot and dabs and screws ? By the time Id returned with screws, found the studs, peppered the walls with screws, scrimed over, Id lost nearly half a day. Thank goodness I found some sound studs – I was staring down the barrel of second trip to town for a load of hardibacker. My schedule with the priming and tanking is thrown all to pot so now I’m effectively one day behind. Second issue was my fault, I had underestimated the job in any case, but wasn’t too bothered, thought crack on with this and just take a slight loss – but doing the dryliner and plasterers job just made me all bitter and twisted. So I’ve worked on this bathroom all last Thursday and Friday, and finishing off this week. On Saturday a painter has been in, he PVA’s the ceiling and painted it, splashed paint on my stuff and lobbed his masking tape covered in paint on my gear – a total slob (me not happy to hear praise for the slob as the plumber who hired the bouncy dryliner and slob ceiling painter tells me he’s a right grafter – ye right, I’m surprised he didn’t use my Rubi case as a trash can. Monday today I’m back on the job, problem is that over the weekend I have developed an almighty cold, I’m running a temperature and sweat is pouring off me. Now I’m even more behind as I don’t want to delay the job so I’m still have to work on it. I’m moving at 50%, thinking at 50% and should really be in bed. Had been doing 10 hour days but today was from 7.30am till 7.30pm. I put my trowel down and 30 seconds later I cant find it – I’m really not functioning. The executives have turned their central heating on full blast and dont really want the windows open! … why? Is this Finland? Is this the ice age? .. I wait until executives leave then turn off the rads and open the bathroom window. I think I was going to pass out. I am home now – in my nice cool damp village where I can open the windows, where I can drink gallons of o juice and hopefully get back into attack mode tomorrow. I better get well and in a good mood as I have some glass mosaic to do and its made with love somewhere far east from here on a crap nylon mat. It’s a damn good job I have a sturdy Mancunian sense of humour or I would have gone under. If I post back on this forum its because I haven’t hit a plumber, painter, dryliner or been boiled alive by a execuhead who thinks tilers should be treated like geckos. Right now I feel sorry for me – thanks for listening - still feel like total crap - but I already feel much better.
Suffering Stan.
Suffering Stan.
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