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Now that I've calmed down a bit, I can explain what's going on with the heat pump. Last night there was much teeth-gnashing as we realized there was no possible way that we'd have heat before the middle of next week. It's just not humanly possible to do all of the things that need to happen between now and that milestone.

We're at the point right now where everything is torn up. There are open ducts, the crawl space is a mess, plumbing and gas changes are in the works. However, we still have hot water and I haven't been without water for more than about 5 minutes at a time, so it's not all bad. Not for lack of trying though. At this point we're still looking at 5 days of actual work left to be done before they leave. Arranging to be home from work for them to do this is getting increasingly difficult as time goes on. For some crazy reason our bosses think we should go in to the office occasionally. So we'll have to sneak those 5 days or so of work into the first two weeks of June somewhere.

I'm incredibly frustrated with this project. We've managed to avoid cost overruns so far, but this time delay is making me insane. See, this project was supposed to last 4 to 5 consecutive days, after the device was delivered. That delivery date was scheduled for the first week of May. Even with extra days (always add about 50% delay to project to avoid killing people), this should have been done over a week ago. And here we are looking at 2 more weeks, mostly without heat. Even as late as the end of last week they were projecting only cosmetic work next week. And now it's full heat install.

The reason this is making me even more crazy than usual is that we're planning a short vacation this weekend. I was hoping it would be a celebration of all the brain-eating projects I've been working on for the last two months, but it's not even close. We're going to be coming back to frustrated employers and coordinating home days. I'm just so sick of it I could cry. 


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Oh, I had one of those last year. The bidders all talked to me like I was 4 years old. Of course, they were automatically disqualified if they couldn't at least *pretend* to be civil. Still, so frustrating.

Oh man, roofers. They're a special brand of crazy. You'd have to be to get up on some roofs though.

I'm so thankful that my father made me help him with stuff as a kid. I know enough to be able to look at a job and tell if it's being done badly. I think we got lucky, despite all the problems, with these guys. Part of the reason we picket them was that they seemed to have brains in the heads.They're thinking through problems and coming up with reasonable solutions and more importantly checking in with us on decisions. So much nicer than finding out they made arbitrary crappy decision X.

That said of course, they just tried to tell me "2 more days" till they're done. Sure. 2 more days if the stars align. I'll plan for 4, thanks. At least they have the grace to be moderately embarrassed by the whole thing.

"I'm so thankful that my father made me help him with stuff as a kid."
OMG, that's me all over. My dad wasn't real handy (he sucked as a carpenter), but as I say every now and then, he had a son and two daughters, not a son and two duds. We ALL ended up handy, in one way or another, and it's helped us a lot over the years.
Hang in there.

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