Continuing on with my unintentional campaign to make my contractor’s life miserable, after ordering the extra beautiful penny-round tile on Monday, the tile store called yesterday afternoon to say that the tile was in! I was so happy because I knew that my contractor wanted to finish up the tile work by the end of this week. Who knew they would be working on the Friday after Thanksgiving?
I jumped in the car and arrived at the tile store 45 minutes later. I thanked them profusely for getting the tile to me so quickly and they smiled. But…I saw that there was only 1 small box and it didn’t seem like it was enough.
Me: I don’t think this is enough tiles. I’m pretty sure I ordered 24 SF, not 14.
Tile Store Clerk: No, that is what was on the invoice.
Me: I can see that, but it’s not what I ordered. I told the gentleman that the area I want to cover was 6.5 feet by 5 feet and that I had 10 square feet already. I wanted to make sure I ordered enough so I let him figure out how much I should get.
Tile Store Clerk: Hmmmm…I’ll call him.
She gets on the phone and I hear her say, “So, she ordered 14? She said she ordered 24. No? Okay”.
Me: I gave him the dimensions and he figured out how many we needed. In fact, I talked about adding in an extra one for waste. This is why I gave him the measurements…because I wanted to make sure I had enough. And now I don’t. And the contractor will not be happy.
There was nothing they could do then because it was too late in the afternoon to get another order there by the end of the day. I think the best I can hope for is having it by Friday. I will say that without admitting they were wrong they did say they would not charge me for the additional delivery.
I took my box of tile up to the house. Luckily the tile guy had gone home for the day. But! The flooring in both bathrooms is in. Hazah! It looks great.
My husband had also given me some floor samples to audition. I laid them up against the paneling.
I auditioned maple, oak and bamboo and I didn’t like any of them. If I had to choose, it would probably be the second one from the left. But, I think I really need to go darker for some contrast.
I brought Obie T. Dogg with me because he needed to get out, but as soon as we drove up to the house, he hunkered down in the back seat. I had to speak somewhat sharply to him to get him to come out of the car and even more coaxing to get him to come in the house. I wish I knew why he doesn’t like it.
So, we went for a walk around the area. The house happens to be close to the local High School. I attended this school back in the day. My mom was a teacher there (somewhat awkward for me) and, my dad also went to this school when he was growing up. Roots run deep in this small town.
The High School has changed quite a bit since I attended, but Obie was happy to walk around and it was fun for me to see the improvements.
I even got a little photography in…the last vestiges of fall.
When we got back to the house, Obie T. went straight to the car and pointed his nose at the door handle, which is his way to say, “I want to get in the car”. As we were driving back home, we went by the famous “Santa Claus House” in town and I snapped this picture from the car.
We will have to go back and inspect this house and the many Santa Clauses on another day. Obie and I were traumatized enough by the events of the day. I hope the whole tile thing doesn’t ruin my contractor’s Thanksgiving.
Happy Thanksgiving. I am certainly thankful for my patient contractor, my family and the opportunity to be able to remodel this wonderful Mid Century Modern Home.