I needed to vent/record an interesting part of our lives and I thought, what better place to do it than a blog with low readership:).
This is the contractor fixing our bball court at 10:30pm.
Our journey starts in August when I hired a guy off of a friend's referral to do a basketball court for Joe for his birthday/Christmas/etc. I misheard the friend who said she paid upfront. Apparently she paid Lowes for the materials up front. I paid the contractor all of the money upfront. He came and dug a hole for a while but disappeared for a while. He later said his best friend died in a motorcycle accident. He came back kept digging and then disappeared again. Apparently he beat up a guy who had sexually abused his daughter and just got released from prison. He was in jail for a while and used our money for bail. He came back and said he was going to finish the project/pay us back, but he gradually stopped responding to our attempts to contact him.
I prayed about what to do and felt we should wait if we want to save money. Come late February we were done with the mud hole and we decided to file a small claims and go with a different contractor. We hired a more reputable contractor through homeadvisor.com. Some friend/sub contractor showed up saying the contractor's wife's brain cancer came back and she was having emergency surgery. It seemed like the sub contractor never saw the proposal and really wasn't communicating with the contractor. Things were changing from what they said they were originally going to do and they poured a way that makes us nervous...but the pad is poured.
Than tonight at 10:30 some dog came and barked at Joe and I through the window...standing on the wet cement! The picture above is the nice sub contractor at 10:30pm coming to fix the paw prints. We fill like everything is combining against us on the basketball court. That's all for my ranting. #firstworldproblems:).
After picture...Yeah!!!!
