They came back on Monday morning and they still have their hearing, which I think speaks well of my ability to control any leftover migraine rage about the wet sheetrock. I recounted the weekend’s events to them, they pulled sheetrock, they told me that the hole that let the water in was somehow there all along – it was simply a new sheetrock seam which offered a low resistance to water that allowed us to see it. Otherwise, we’d have had wet insulation and soaking sheetrock above our heads FOREVER. Ok, not forever, but until mold grew through. Blech.
I pointed out the torn plastic and my belief that they could have done a better job protecting the gaping exposed parts of the roof. I received an acknowledgement that perhaps they should have given me their cell number so I could have called them directly on Saturday. I suppose we called it even, though it really sounds like I lost in that exchange.
We agreed that they’d let the wood dry out and they would return on Wednesday to apply the second coat of stucco and fix the big hunkin drywall hole so I could start priming and painting and – oh, I don’t know – sleeping in my bedroom.
End of day today (Wednesday): the stucco looks great. Brand spanking new. Wanna see?
Remember how I said that the sheetrock was going to be done today. Yeah, not so much. They ran out of time. Tomorrow they arrive in the morning to apply the spray on texture THEN do my sheetrock. I hope.
In the meantime, has anyone seen Ceiling Cat? Tell him I said OHAI!