When We Last Left Our Hero…
…I had just been told by the plumber that they’d “be back tomorrow to start replacing the pipes.” This was last Wednesday or Thursday. At this point I can’t really remember the exact day, just that it was last week. They didn’t show last week. I made it through the weekend, with fingers crossed that the pipes wouldn’t burst. They didn’t, but the pipes that had been “dripping” when the plumber left them began to give off a fine mist over the weekend. Right. So I crossed my fingers harder, and waited until Monday to put in a call to the plumber.
I was told on Monday that the work was scheduled to start on Wednesday morning, but that they “might start Tuesday.” So I went home and checked, and sure enough the leak had gotten slightly worse. It wasn’t too bad though, and I had been told that the work would start in two days at the most.
You can probably guess the rest: they didn’t show Tuesday and they didn’t show Wednesday. I called the office this morning at about 6:40am and left a very angry message. The leak had gotten progressively worse, and huge puddles were forming under the house. Not only that, but my hot water heater was running non-stop… which runs up the electricity bill. They called back at 8:15am and told me that they were going to start the work today and it would be finished tomorrow; this was fine, I was expecting the work to take a day or two because they have to replace all the pipes under the house. So that was fine.
I got home at 3:30 and the leak was worse. The plumber hadn’t been here. I called again and was like “Are they going to start this today or not?” So the receptionist apologized and said they probably wouldn’t start it today, but they’d be here at 7am tomorrow to do the work… and they’d work until it was done. I told her that the leak had gotten much worse over the day, and I needed someone to come cap off the hot water line if they weren’t going to start repairs. So she said she’d get them here to do that.
They’ve been here, and will be back. They need a special part that is on their truck that’s in Creswell (town half an hour away). So he’s coming back when he gets it, and he’s going to cap off the hot water line. Hopefully I’ll be able to keep the cold water so I will have the toilet working. I’ll go to work unshowered tomorrow… which isn’t my ultimate preference but I’ll deal with it. I will double check with him that someone will definitely be here tomorrow first thing to do these repairs, because I don’t want a whole weekend without hot water. I could live without it, but I really really don’t want to.
Long story short, the saga continues. Hopefully tomorrow will be the end of it. I shall keep all interested parties apprised of the progress.





Monica said,
January 25, 2007 @ 6:53 pm
this is all beyond ridiculous and has been for awhile. you have more patience then me…I just sit here shaking my head thinking…ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?!?!?!!?! I’m sorry ***HUGS***
Tiani said,
January 26, 2007 @ 4:42 pm
wow…what is with these people??? how exactly do people like that stay in business??
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