Them was fight'en actions.
This pinhead builder keeps demanding paint to finish painting the house. We told him repeatedly that we want to paint LAST, after everything else is finished. He took the keys in revenge for us not giving him the paint. What a child.
And, he lies.
He said on Thursday, Friday and Saturday that he would have the carpenter finish the cabinets, a hours work at most. This guy lies through his teeth time and time again. On Saturday, at 10:30, he even said he was going to the house with the carpenter to finish. Of course, he didn't.
What the hell are we supposed to do with these people?
I fired off a text message saying that I am very disappointed by the lack of progress and WHERE ARE THE F$$#@@#! KEYS! He fires back a nasty text.
We're not about to take that, so off to his house we go...and he's there. He answers the door looking like warmed over puke. He is sick as a dog but that doesn't stop us.
It's war, damn it!
We get the keys. He then lays another bullshit line on us, like we are going to believe it anymore.
Yella has been pushing to finish the house ourselves and, to my chagrin, I have been resisting, hoping this asshole would come through.
Now, I have to say she was right.
Yella has started to line up people to complete the house. Without him. She's got a good start on it. So far she has a clean up crew scheduled for Thursday and inquiries into other people. I have a plumber starting tomorrow to install the pressure water system.
We also contacted the water department and they say they will re-route the waterline Wednesday so we have good pressure.
Like we believe them after all there bullshit lies. We'll see...not hopeful, that's why we are installing a pressure water system.
Then we attacked the car problem. Yella wanted to just go get the car and screw the mechanic that never works on it. I wanted to talk to him to verify the situation first.
Turns out she was right again. When I talked to him, he said, "come pick the car up, I don't want to work on it." This guy is a real piece of work.
So now we have to get the car, which won't start. So the rat race is on.
At this point, I'll stop bitching and continue with the best part of Panama.
People here will help you and go to enormous lengths doing it!
I called our friend Keith the Car Guy. He started to help...and helped for over three hours.
He called a mechanic who met us at the car. He tried to start it, for not. We then towed it to a hill and tried to compression start it. Not go. We found a bigger hill and tried again. Walla, it finally started.
I now had every one's attention on how hard this car is to start. About time!
We went to the mechanic shop and started working. The clutch problem is the slave cylinder so we ran around town and actually found a rebuild kit, on our second try. Keith is tenacious and knows the tiniest shops imaginable.
Now the car is in the shop, with a capable mechanic. We are having him continue with the repairs until the damn thing runs and starts.
About time.
You would think this finding a mechanic thing would be easy but it is not. If Keith didn't speak Spanish fluently, if he didn't know every mechanic in the district, and know those little, out of the way, part closets (store is too big a word for these little shops), we wouldn't have gotten anywhere.
Sometimes it takes an extraordinary effort to do the simplest things. Thank God there are people that will do the extraordinary to help.
It makes a big difference. It is a huge relief to have the car in capable hands.
And it feels good to have progress on the house. When the builder finds out what we are doing, it could get ugly. We'll see.
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