I came home this afternoon with the full intent to kill someone. Because of this:
Only by supreme will did I manage to keep my temper low enough not to kill the two bastards who did this damage, but high enough to really feel my heart about to explode out of my chest.
Let me tell you the story:
For months now we have suffered a leak on one part of the living room ceiling and I brought one plumber after the other to fix it. They all did some work and swore on their mother’s dry left tit that there was no way on God’s green earth that I will see this leak ever again. Fine. They get paid, walk out, get the decorators in once that patch dries to repaint and fix the gypsum work. Only a few days later the patch magically re-appears!
Another plumber, who a friend or a friend of a friend vouches for gets dragged in and he swears on his father’s right testicle, the one he is sure to have emanated from into a goat’s behind, that everything is “most definitely” fixed now. Gets paid. Decorators get called in after a few days, and the cycle continues.
I frankly got fed up of this, so I decided to get a “real” plumbing company to come and have a look and suggest a final solution to the problem. That company was highly recommended by my cousin who is using them to construct his house. He vouches for them and I trust him. A delegation comes over, hums and haws, looks and measures and the brainfart ensues:
I have to remove the complete shower tray, reseal the whole area there with “proper” water proofing and everything is going to be ok.
The cost is going to be BD250. And the work is going to take about 10 days, and I have to provide the tiles, which, of course are no longer available from their original supplier – who boasts that they always change their whole stock every six months and never import back the same tiles they have already sold only a couple of years ago! You know what that means? That means that I have to now replace the whole floor, if not the walls as well!
Fine, okay, just get the bloody thing fixed already!
They get paid the 50% down payment, they rip that part of the bathroom off, water proof it, wait a couple of days to get it to dry, fill the area with water to ensure that they have fixed the bloody thing.
The next day, for some reason, I notice that the patch downstairs on the ceiling is about 3 times the size it was at!
Call them in, another huge conference and assurances that it was not the shower stall after all, but the original water proofing material used when they built the house 3 years ago is damaged and they didn’t do a good job, so we now have to remove the WHOLE bathroom floor and reseal it!
Another quotation, this time 3 times the estimate I was originally given gets faxed, terms agreed, a further payment made and they bring two more brainiacs to start the work, the results of which you can see. In one day, they have destroyed the whole floor of the bathroom, and now our bedroom literally looks like a building site.
I can live with that, as long as the problem gets fixed.
I get a call this afternoon from the foreman saying that they didn’t find a leak in the bathroom and now he has to break the ceiling to see where the leak is!
NO, DON’T, STOP. LET ME COME AND HAVE A LOOK.
Of course he doesn’t, and I come home to a huge hole in the ceiling as you can see from the picture, and true enough, the water was dripping from the created hole.
Did they find a leak from that location?
They have to break ANOTHER part of the ceiling to try to find the pipes and connectors!
That’s when I lost it.
I don’t mind paying “professionals” over and above the market rate in order to get peace of mind. I don’t mind paying them more than the going rate with the promise that as they are “professionals” they will save me the money and heartache from doing a proper job, rather than shoot in the dark and hope that they will find a fix. I believe in the local adage that says “give the baker his bread even if he eats half of it” which means that give everyone their proper due and defer to experience.
What I DO mind; however, is stupid sons of bitches who claim to be professional and treat my home as their own private building site and they go around with a huge bloody hammer knocking everything helter skelter without the slightest inkling on what the bloody problem is!
They broke the bathroom without any reason whatsoever and we have been, and will continue to be, inconvenienced for another month because of their incompetence.
I threw the two stupid dickheads out of the house.
I called their manger and handed him his balls on the phone.
He, if he is man enough, will come and meet me at 8am tomorrow morning to a “conference” to get the damage fixed pronto, or I don’t mind one bit taking his and his company’s sorry asses to court even if it took me the rest of my life.
It’s my home for Goodness’ sake. How dare they screw up with my happiness like this?
Is there a professional organisation in Bahrain that I can complain to?
MUCH more important, do you guys know of a reputable maintenance company that could do the job with the minimum amount of damage?