To cut a long story short, I've recently moved house (2 weeks ago) and anything that could have possibly gone wrong surrounding the move did go wrong. DH, DD and I have had about 3 days where I can say we were getting settled in, and then some genius at the military housing offices decided that we need a new kitchen. There was absolutely nothing wrong with my old kitchen! But nonetheless, I am having a new kitchen put in.
Guys showed up the other morning at 8am, ripped all the cupboards out and plaster off the walls. I went upstairs to put DD to sleep, and by the time I came down, the workmen had fucked off and left me with no electricity in my kitchen. The plasterer never even showed up. The following day, guy comes in and rips the ceiling down, and the electrician came to sort out all the wiring - no problem!
But, I was assured that the plasterers would definitely be here by 8am this morning, because DD has a doctors appointment at 8:45 that I have to drive a fair way to get to....Lo and behold, it's now 8:30 and they are not here
I was assured by the project manager Captain Bullshit that the kitchen would be complete by Friday afternoon. Well unless they have a magic wand that will make a complete kitchen appear, that is yet again, not true.
I probably sound like an ungrateful bitch, but what should have been a relatively quick and easy 3 day job, has turned into a week long cluster fuck!!