Quiet... cool

Been crafting to calm down.

At 1 p.m. it became quiet in my home.  The noise started at 8 a.m. on Wednesday - 2 days later than it was supposed to start.  That requires some back story...

Y'all remember how the air conditioner broke and the crew that came to fix it on Friday said that they would be back on Monday (Labor Day) to finish up?  Yeah, they never showed.  I called the office on Tuesday morning and was told a story to beat all stories - that they were here at our house at 7 a.m. and waited out front for an entire hour but no one answered.  That was complete bunk because we were up at 7:15 a.m. and no one was knocking on the door, sitting out front or anything.  Then on Tuesday they said that they would be back on Wednesday to do the work and it would only take a few hours.  Fine, whatever, okay.

Yeah, Wednesday turned into a 13 hour noisefest that started at 8 a.m. and went on until well past 9 p.m.  It was said that it would be finished up quickly today and all would be fine.  They would arrive at some point after 8:30 a.m. but before 9 a.m. and would be done lickety split.  These people showed up at 7:21 a.m.!  Who does that???  They ended up waking up Hobbit early, who was already put in bed almost 2 hours later than usual the night before, and I hadn't even had my first sip of coffee.  Thank goodness I was at least dressed.

I don't mean to sound ungrateful for their work - I appreciate it very much - but I wish it came with a bit of common courtesy and a lot of hustle.  A simple job that should have taken them about 2 hours to finish took them almost 6 hours.  All I could hear was giggling and cutting up and very little actual progress was being made.  I know what had to be done - I've seen my mother do what they were doing, I've helped build what they were building and it should not have taken as long as it did.

Having random people in my house since the moment we've moved in, disrupting my ability to set up a routine and making the entire first week of living in the new house a complete nightmare has really taken it's toll on me.  They still haven't given us a door that closes properly and I feel like all I've been doing is fuss over things - I am not a fusser and I don't want to be known as a fusser with the property management team.  It's just been very stressful and not the wonderful new adventure I had hoped for... at all.

At least for right now, my house is quiet... and cool.  I'll take comfort in that.