I think my stress level might be a little high...
....yesterday I threatened to sue both our CCB (community centered board - the agency that administers federally mandated developmental disability services) and the Medicaid contractor who was making the modifications to M's room.
I'm not normally prone to fits of anger, but I had one yesterday...
The contractor came, as scheduled, on Monday. He hung the door he was supposed to, had an electrician install the lighting, and left his guys to finish up the drywall work. The most important part of the job... replacing the glass in M's windows with plexiglass... was supposed to be done yesterday.
When the guys were finished (using the word loosely) with the drywall work, the last job of the day, they asked me to come look at it. Unfortunately the texture was a mess... They'd used some canned texture they picked up at Home Depot or someplace and there were places they missed entirely, and places they'd smoothed it so it looked like no texture at all... The patch was supposed to blend into the wall around it, but it wasn't even close. They asked if I wanted it done again, and I said yes. I was on the phone with the pediatrician when they finished the second time... It looked better, but still not good... but I just let it go (rather than cut the phone call short). I asked if they were going to prime the door... they said no.
Ok... I thought to myself after they'd left... so maybe my expectations were too high. I'd expected them to come in do the work, and all I would have to do is put the room back together when they were done. But now I'm left with priming and painting the new door, changing the door knob around (they put it on backwards) and priming and painting the new, poorly textured, drywall. Oh... and they didn't install a dimmer switch either... something I'd wanted done. But again, it's not the end of the world... M can survive very nicely without a dimmer switch.
The straw that broke this camel's back (or, more accurately, triggered threats of lawsuits) came yesterday morning, with the glass guy. He came and looked at the windows and the job order of what he was supposed to do, and said he wouldn't do it. That he wouldn't do a poor job, and that's what it would be if he did the job as ordered. The material ordered was not right, he said, was way too flimsy, and to do the job right would take more money... which would mean rewriting the work order, and going back to the state to get it approved.
Getting it approved through the state could take months... (it's taken more than six months to get the approval for the work we're currently doing!)
Leaving the windows the way they are is a huge safety risk to M.
That's when I got angry...
I called the contractor and the CCB and complained about the poor workmanship on the drywall, and how everything seemed only half finished. I also complained about how the most important part of the job couldn't even be started because the contractor screwed up the work order. I finished by letting them know that if M was hurt as a result of that work not being done, I would take legal action.
I really am not someone who throws anger around like a weapon... using it to get what they want. In fact, I have a pretty low boiling point most of the time.
But don't mess with my kids... that sets me off every time.
So... the contractor is sending his guys back out to prime the door. A supervisor from the CCB is coming out this morning to look at the drywall. And (most importantly!) the CCB has approved the change in the job order for the glass work (somehow absorbing the increased cost). As soon as the guy can come back out, the glass work will get done.
I do feel a little bad about getting angry and making threats...
... but if that's what it takes to get the job done, I guess that's what it takes.
I am SO finished with having guys in to work on this house.