Things That Bang

Life is all about making mistakes and learning from them but sometimes those mistakes prove to be very expensive. I'm trying to get myself to agree with the notion of live and learn , excuse my ignorance and my naivety but there is no going around the fact that the waterproofing done by a few months ago was done by a complete jackass who knew jackshit and had used his connection with my dead father in law as an excuse to make his entry into our home.

And I like a dumbass let him in and paint my house. It rained and spots appeared under the freshly coated paint. I got piss mad. He made excuses.

Behanji, I will re-touch it again.
the a-hole whined.
I let him re-touch the spot.

It rained again and another stain showed through. The stain became a blotch and I became raving mad.

He came the next day and we went to the roof. I found myself pulling the sheets off.

The sticky stuff that held it together is gone madam. If we cement it down it will stay.

Thirty grand down the tubes!! I was furious.

I held myself back and told him, it needed the sticky stuff first.

No it didnt. He argued.
We will cement it to bind it.

Why didn't you cement it in the first place?

I told you we needed to he lied bare faced and all

When? You told me it was done and wanted to start painting downstairs.

Call with Aaman happened. He told Aaman the same thing- cement would hold it down.

I continued ripping the sheets that came off easily. Sheet after sheet. Money burned and the jackass tried to make a bigger jackass of me. Craft lesson 101- layering means everything gets to stick -the ground to the sheet, the sheet to the cement. Even a five year old knows that

Aaman busy with work replied get the cement. I explained the nature of the ruined roof. He saw reason and then I saw a bigger reason and called a friend who knew about this stuff.

Put him on with the jackass via the phone and I was then informed by my friend that the jackass knew nothing. He hadn't even used the waterproofing chemicals amongst other things.

The jackass looked at me and I looked back.

What kind of sucker did he think I was?

My friend informed me the whole thing had to be re-done. Waterproofing, cementing, waterproofing again, cementing, waterproofing and then that sticky stuff and last sheets.

My head began to reel and I wanted to wring the painter's neck for costing us money and for trying to con me yet again.

The call finished I told the jackass come tomorrow.

Tomorrow? He looked shattered. The cash cow had locked her udders.

Tomorrow I replied but my cold face said - Don't fucking show your dumbass face ever in my corner of the world.

So now I am left with a leaky roof and a half painted house.

Live and learn- ya right!!