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Prados Flooring
Flooring Sales/Installation/Repair
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Work Completed Date:
March 06, 2014
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Description Of Work:
Did a shabby and sloppy job repairing a hole in a our ceiling.
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My wife found information about his services on facebook. I had put my foot through the ceiling, having slipped from a beam in the attic and needed the hole, which measured about the size of a box of typing paper, covered.
He and his stepson arrived about three weeks ago. After I had handed him the check for the estimate ($200), he looked up at the ceiling and told me that since there was an already pre-existing crack running about six feet across, he'd need to saw out about 1/5 of the ceiling of the large room. Not knowing much about this sort of thing, I agreed. So they went noisily to work, having laid some thin plastic down on the carpet and having hung some thin plastic curtains around their work space.

A couple hours later, as they were getting ready to go to lunch, I took a look at the results. There was a pretty clear margin, a kind of bend in the joint between old ceiling and new that went about 15 feet along the ceiling. I'd seen a couple videos of drywall ceiling repair and thought this would be filled in soon to look more even with the old ceiling. But as work continued, and more spray on paint was applied, I could see that this unattractive line would remain visible.

He then left, telling us the paint needed to dry. And for two weeks we heard excuse after excuse about him not being able to rent a "hopper" from Cleveland Rent All. After two weeks of promises and no shows, my wife finally went to Cleveland Rent All to inquire about the availability of this hopper he had described as constantly being out rented by other customers. No, the manager said, the hopper had been available all that time and was available that very day. My wife called him with this information and Michael said he would rent it and come complete our work today at 11 am.

Of course he was late. When he did show up, he didnt have the hopper but was using cheap spray-on material that didn't match. While he was at our house, he requested the use the bathroom and did so noisily and odorously while on his cell phone loudly (Michael says everything at top volume) bragging about "dropping a bomb in this lady's bathroom" and laughing.

He then "finished" and said he'd be back tomorrow. There was margins around the new ceiling he had used some sort of clear foam rubber on rather than white caulk. They stand out and look godawful.

We told Michael we will not be having him back to fix his repair. What we're left with is a sloppy, unacceptable job that we'll likely end up shelling out more money to fix.
07 March 2009 @ 04:35 pm
I'm beginning to smell springtime coming through my windows. The birds seem busier. The cats clamor to be allowed out. But our deciduous trees have yet to bud. They're still dung heap gray. But any morning I'll look out my bathroom window, see the flecks of green and think, "Uh oh, I've got the doom of another Mississippi summer to reckon with."

No, I can't just completely enjoy anything.
07 March 2009 @ 12:51 am
Tough week on me physically. The past three weekends, I've either made overnight trips (to Memphis with Leanne, to Gurdon alone) to places where there were too many interesting things going on to work. Or I flat out blew on moping and dithering. So this week I had to grade around 50 papers that have been ranged in their files in a cardboard box, expecting my markings, many needing copious ones. I'm 36 2/3 now. Staying up till three and then going in and doing full classes . . . that tells after a few days. Try one. But I kept it up. I still have a long way to go. For more of this long, punishing entryCollapse )
26 January 2009 @ 12:08 am
Tom Servo from Mystery Science Theater 3000

Hitchens is wrong on the Iraq War, but when he's right, man it feels good to root him on.

Don't miss his last comment about what would happen if Jerry's corpse got an enema.
13 May 2007 @ 10:56 pm
I went through every pair of jeans this evening prior to sending those quarters into the machine to unleash the regular wash cycle. But what do I see at the bottom of the heap, as I'm lifting out the last pair of damp denims. Yep, my $140 cell phone! Beautiful.

Oh well. Otherwise it wasn't a bad weekend. About four other DSU teachers and I loaded up in Chip's car Sat. night and took off to Greenville to see the new Anthony Hopkins movie Fracture. Yep, he does play a murderer. But this time he blinks more often and seems much better at getting away with it. The James Dean-inflected performance by the great young Okie actor Ryan Gosling (surely, that's a real name) was also a treat. I liked seeing a guy who ought to be in a John Grisham novel-movie telling an L.A. corporate firm to go enjoy itself. But said corporate firms seem to be hiring younger and younger blondes with poutier and poutier lips these days.
12 May 2007 @ 01:23 am
I knew I'd regret shaking so many hands during finals week.

I was laid up today with just about debilitating throat pain. Had to miss a work party, too, just lying on the bed struggling to swallow, hoping one of the D/F students who insisted on a handshake hadnt done to me what Jason Lee did with a handshake to a nazi-type in Mallrats. But around 7, the throat pain seemed to subside for me and I got up to post some grades.

Tomorrow early, I'll have to don a gown and a hood to perform as faculty marshal. Undoubtedly, I'm going to screw up, since I'm awful at ceremonial choreography. If I don't seat the faculty underneath the chairs, it will be a miracle.

Next comes the head or lung phase of the cold I've picked up. Yes, I've taken a mouthful of antioxidant vitamins, but I realize that's superstition. I'm probably going to be sick for a good while.
25 April 2007 @ 01:12 am

One of my favorite songs right now.
22 April 2007 @ 04:08 am
There's a woman-child up in Saskatoon whose livejournal The Science of Awesomeness I want you all to add. She lost a hard-drinking but much-adored dad last month and is now leaving the job she has had in a fabrics shop. Her writing voice is playful, surreal, Anglophiliac, sometimes cuttingly funny and rich with those diamond glimpses of honesty we hope to find when we read. She only gets 5 comments per entry. How criminal is that?

The parents came today here from SW Arkansas and brought over the furniture my mom bought for a few dollars from a nursing home auction. So instead of two bizarre plastic padded chairs that each look like the pattern of shirts worn by Sonny Bono in 1974, I now have more acceptable furniture than the front room can contain.

I went to La Cabana for dinner to have a couple beers, a nice appetizer and to wish xgoatx and his wife-to-be smileyfaced all success. It was gratifying to see again the daughter of a fellow faculty member who is becoming a mentor for me. It was also nice to have a young lady sitting across from me say she couldn't believe I was actually nearing 35. At least I think that's what I heard. Could have been the two Negro Mondalas. But anyway . . .

It won't be the same in the writing center without ol' xgoatx. But then it'll also not be the same there without me. The next couple weeks are my last ones there. I think it's the chance to get to know and usually befriend my coworkers, chosen from our English majors that I'll miss most.

Speaking of English majors, there are only two early registrants to my US Civil War Novels course. If only it didn't meet on Thursday night from 6-9. If only it weren't on war during a time when we're in the deep darkness of another stupid war. If only I'd promoted the course better, or at all. But after the Va. Tech thing, I just couldn't bring myself to put up satirical ads about Lee's battlefield goofups or Abe Lincoln going Donald Trump on most of his generals. "George McClellan, You're Fired! (tm)." We have yet to hear from all the grad students though. So there may still be a slight chance I can actually teach some lit next semester.
18 April 2007 @ 09:54 pm
The Virginia Tech Guerilla angered me for another reason just now. It turns out he fancied himself a soldier in the class war. He says in the videos he sent to NBC that what set him off were the privileged kids with their gold chains, their trust funds, their cognac and their vodka, their debaucheries. I can hear Rush Limbaugh already. "You see, folks, here is what it leads to. These professors rail in their classes against the system and they make em read all this literary theory baloney that gets em lathered up. For those 32 deaths at Virginia Tech you can put the blame squarely on LEFTY PROFESSORS!"

But the Lefty professors either threw them out of class or called the campus psych facilities on his behalf.

Nikki Giovanni's ridiculous speech at the Va. Tech convocation yesterday already had Mike Savage going. She did the thing a lot of puddly liberals and Democrats do that's so destructive to their goals; she said the things Republicans would love for people like her to say:

We do not understand this tragedy. We know we did nothing to deserve it, but neither does a child in Africa dying of AIDS, neither do the invisible children walking the night away to avoid being captured by the rogue army, neither does the baby elephant watching his community being devastated for ivory, neither does the Mexican child looking for fresh water, neither does the Appalachian infant killed in the middle of the night in his crib in the home his father built with his own hands being run over by a boulder because the land was destabilized. No one deserves a tragedy.

Good lord, Nikki. Was this really the appropriate moment to let us know you're a liberal?

Is this the time yet, though, to start teaching high school and college students to be ready to immediately RUSH a shooter? This may be the only way to combat the crazy gunman once he gets into a enclosed roomful of people. Are we at last going to have to say during freshman orientation: when you see a lunatic in a black vest with semi-automatic weapons, all the males should go right at the guy on a count of three. Yes, you may be shot. But you won't ALL be shot.

It's an obscene absurdity we have to have these thoughts.