I did not think we could honestly do worse than my day yesterday: in fact, though.
past two weeks, the apartment next door is being redone from the ground up by its new owners. I do not know what they have in mind, but the workers scrape and tap on walls to make me deaf. I will not complain too much (you have to do their job), but finally, I'm still not very reassuring either for my own part of the wall.
I was right: today, when I returned from the kitchen after having lunch, I discovered a beautiful hole in my wall and they have not crossed, but I was well bouzillé the wall and paint brand new.
Furax, I go out, I knock on the door. No answer. I get home, I mean move the other side, I pull, I retyping, this time the guy is caught, he is obliged to open the door. I yell, I mug, I'm entering my home to show him my wall. The guy is obviously very upset, but when I look at him questioningly, he stammered: "I ... sorry ... not speak French ... "I would add: not English either. He has a terrible accent, I do not understand, he does not understand anything either, I wonder if it is not Albanian, I should try the Italian. It seems to have understood that his boss would be on site Monday. Owl. Will not be disappointed with her earlier this week that one.
MAIF I call on "I have a hole in my wall, damn !!!!", they tell me I'm not covered, but, anyway, that my landlord's insurer to examine it. I call the real estate agency. Nobody answers. They are two blocks, so I'm moving: they are there, of course, and give me the phone number of my Owners. Which appear very nice and absolutely sorry for me.
As I noted the number of the agency who sold the flat '(thank you, signs proudly announcing "sold by ...!"), they say they will call. Then it reminded me that, ten minutes later: "They do not respond, but they live right next to the building, maybe you could go to have? "I go: of course there is. I explain the situation in gurgling, demand details of new owners, the girl decides to come and see. I realize that I go up much faster that my four-storey unhappy smoker, I nearly killed. "Ah yes, it is badly messed up! And it's stupid, the paint is brand new ...! "Nooooon you think?
She says she calls me to give me the coordinates, comes down, eventually leave me a message on my laptop (but I do not think WHY NOT to remove the silent mode of my phone out of the piano? "I missed an opportunity to lobby directly on a real estate agent to have a phone number!), where she said she can not and that the contact person is already a party weekend, but here's Issue call Monday morning and so on and so blah.
Owl.
Let the bright side: there is no insulation breakdown, as they have not crossed, which is significant, given that 1) I just cracked and put the heating; 2) they cool while working upstairs windows open.
Now, damn, they took me NIQUE MY PAINTINGS !!!!!
I'm considering retraining as a specialist in photographing witnesses rotten to the mobile phone.
past two weeks, the apartment next door is being redone from the ground up by its new owners. I do not know what they have in mind, but the workers scrape and tap on walls to make me deaf. I will not complain too much (you have to do their job), but finally, I'm still not very reassuring either for my own part of the wall.
I was right: today, when I returned from the kitchen after having lunch, I discovered a beautiful hole in my wall and they have not crossed, but I was well bouzillé the wall and paint brand new.
Furax, I go out, I knock on the door. No answer. I get home, I mean move the other side, I pull, I retyping, this time the guy is caught, he is obliged to open the door. I yell, I mug, I'm entering my home to show him my wall. The guy is obviously very upset, but when I look at him questioningly, he stammered: "I ... sorry ... not speak French ... "I would add: not English either. He has a terrible accent, I do not understand, he does not understand anything either, I wonder if it is not Albanian, I should try the Italian. It seems to have understood that his boss would be on site Monday. Owl. Will not be disappointed with her earlier this week that one.
MAIF I call on "I have a hole in my wall, damn !!!!", they tell me I'm not covered, but, anyway, that my landlord's insurer to examine it. I call the real estate agency. Nobody answers. They are two blocks, so I'm moving: they are there, of course, and give me the phone number of my Owners. Which appear very nice and absolutely sorry for me.
As I noted the number of the agency who sold the flat '(thank you, signs proudly announcing "sold by ...!"), they say they will call. Then it reminded me that, ten minutes later: "They do not respond, but they live right next to the building, maybe you could go to have? "I go: of course there is. I explain the situation in gurgling, demand details of new owners, the girl decides to come and see. I realize that I go up much faster that my four-storey unhappy smoker, I nearly killed. "Ah yes, it is badly messed up! And it's stupid, the paint is brand new ...! "Nooooon you think?
She says she calls me to give me the coordinates, comes down, eventually leave me a message on my laptop (but I do not think WHY NOT to remove the silent mode of my phone out of the piano? "I missed an opportunity to lobby directly on a real estate agent to have a phone number!), where she said she can not and that the contact person is already a party weekend, but here's Issue call Monday morning and so on and so blah.
Owl.
Let the bright side: there is no insulation breakdown, as they have not crossed, which is significant, given that 1) I just cracked and put the heating; 2) they cool while working upstairs windows open.
Now, damn, they took me NIQUE MY PAINTINGS !!!!!
I'm considering retraining as a specialist in photographing witnesses rotten to the mobile phone.
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