To: Tim McGee who wrote (20498 ) 3/24/2000 4:59:00 PM From: David Lawrence Read Replies (3) | Respond to of 22053
Can't take that credit, Tim. It was not a pleasant evening in our household that day! Nor the next morning..... Scrapps will particularly appreciate this. Our builder shows up at out house 8:30 sharp the next morning. I'm still fuming over the garage door. He's there to resolve the what's now become ancient punch list. This is the 3rd go around, as the two superintends who were supposed to deal with it are no longer in his employ. "Okay David. What's not been done?" "Well... damn near everything. This'll be the 3rd time through the same list.' "Hummm. Okay.... I have signed work orders here, but let's see what you're talking about." "See this moulding? It was never finished at the time of construction." "Yep. I have a signed work order, but, you're right - it needs to be done still. I have a signed work order for cracked tile. Is that done?" "Yes, that was done." "Humm. Okay, good. What else?" "They never did this stucco repair." "Okay. I have signed work order for that." (I go on to show about a dozen other items. Each time, he acknowledges the item with a puzzled look, and says he has a signed work order for it on his clipboard. Finally, something clicks. "Frank, what do you mean when you say you have a signed work order? Signed by who?" He hands me the clip board, and there are about 15 work orders there all signed by, you guessed it, the Mrs. I call her over to us. "Hon, is this your signature?" "Y....es" Why did you sign them? It says right above your signature in capitalized bold type "I ACKNOWLEDGE THAT THE ABOVE WORK HAS BEEN PERFORMED TO MY SATISFACTION." "Jerold (former superintendent) told me it was all done." Me and Frank look at each other, then both back at her. "What about this one that says 'light fixture doesn't work'? You signed it?" "Yes." "Does the light work?" "No." "Then why did you sign this?" "Because Jerold told me had fixed it". Ten deep breaths. Frank, the kind soul, puts his hand on my shoulder, and reassures me, "Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it. Just give me another year." with a grin. "Thanks Frank. I really appreciate it. Sorry for busting your chops. By the way, do you have someone to repair garage doors?" God bless him. And, God bless us. We need it.