I started moving into my new condo today. Except the floors weren't done. They needed to be sanded and get the final coat of polyurethane or varnish or whatever. When I had the walk-through on Tuesday, I was told that the floor would be finished that night, well in time for me to move in on Saturday. Oops. I asked some of the laborers what to do, and they helped me track down the general contractor, Kevin. He apologized, started explaining why, and cut himself off, saying, "I'm not going to make excuses. Let's make this right." Gotta respect that attitude. He proposed that we put my furniture in a neighboring unit that's still under construction while he got the floor done today. Seemed fair enough. And sure enough, about an hour later, the carpenter was there finishing the last of the trim. I talked to him, he said he'd get the floor done tonight. That gave me more confidence, getting a promise from the person actually doing the work!
All this means is that my tasks got shuffled a little bit. I was going to move in/unpack this weekend and come back to my old apartment on weeknights this week to clean. Instead I'm cleaning this weekend and I'll be moving the last little bit and unpacking this week. Sigh. Not a big deal, just kind of a pain. I'm glad Kevin readily admitted that he was in the wrong. I'm not going to start flamethrowing; I need him to be my ally in getting the rest of the items on the punch list completed. Tomorrow I'll go over and unpack my laundry into the chest of drawers...considering that the only clothes I have available are those on my back and dress clothes hanging in the closet. Hmmm. Immagonna stink tomorrow.