Monday, February 20, 2006
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
So, I'm attempting to tell the floor installers how to tear out my old floor without any of B's input. FYI, B is/was a professional installation dude and has put in/torn out many a floor without voiding the warranty, breaking the house he put the floor in and other bad things that can happen when someone without a clue is attempting home remolding. But, right now the installer is attempting to cut up our old floor with a skill saw and then, using a hammer and a chisel, chisel it out. It is not the most effective way to tear out a floor glued to concrete. Even with my lack of experience, I know there is a better way. His saw has already gotten so hot it has set off the smoke detectors. Cause, skill saw + concrete floor = smoke. Just sayin.
Update: I called the owner and bitched him out in a voice mail. I didn't swear at him at all--yet. The scatological terms will soon be pulled out and brandished all over town if they don't pull their heads out of their asses and rent a stripper. No, I don't mean that kind of stripper, a floor stripper. Still sounds kinky, doesn't it? Anyway, they think B was difficult to deal with yesterday, just wait till I lose it on them.
Thanks for listening to me bitch. I feel ever so much better now. :o)
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