He hasn't came to work this week at all. The only thing he has accomplished is stopping by to drop off two of our windows...you know, the windows he was supposed to drop off last Wednesday after he was fired...and they're wrong. He was going to come back today with the other two (or one...we're not sure...I am 99% sure that it's/they're wrong also) windows and install them all today. But he didn't. For a first, he did call and say he couldn't make it...usually the phone call occurs sometime in the evening when we're fully aware he didn't make it over to work. As always, he had an excuse as to why he couldn't come. His partner (and chauffeur) is in jail. But...no worries, he'll be out soon and can return to work. Awesome...I'm glad to know that at least he's upfront about the criminal record of his partner. The other small problem is that now neither of them have a drivers license...although I would suspect this isn't a recent turn of events. Marc, the ever so patient one, is ready to fire them...as am I, except I want the window situation corrected before we part ways. Words of advise...Angie's List, Angie's List, Angie's List....
I was so aggravated about Tim the Toolman that I came home and kicked my neighbors newspaper mound.
But...then I felt bad and went and arranged his pile back to the way it was. Sort of. I guess I should have taken the photo outside to make sure I got it exact. The only good thing about this is that since he obviously no longer wants the paper I didn't feel a bit bad about taking the Thanksgiving Day paper from his pile. What's he gonna say to me...? This pic is about a week old...last Sunday the paper guy actually stood a paper up right at the edge of the door, the side of the door that opens...and it's still there. Freak.
And...here's a pic of Sergio, because he's cute...
Cheers!
And...here's a pic of Sergio, because he's cute...
Cheers!