The Last Meeting

Met with the dark lord today... almost typed that as the "dark load"... but that would be "load of shit"... a little too pissed off right now to do this entry,

but suffice to say

He lied.

There will be no "30-day" list of items to be worked on; he said he doesn't remember saying that. But if it's "so important" a deal, he'll send Jose out for a day.

He lied.

There will be no re-roofing, only a paint job. He said that I (me, Bill) discussed the matter with Frank, and that I agreed to the paint job. I told him that it never happened. And he blew me off.

He lied.

He lied to me to my face in my house.

He handed over the check for 1500. I told Lisa later to make sure it gets cashed within the next two days. I don't trust him.

He handed over a paper saying that we were "satisfied" with the resolution of our contract... "the matter" as it was stated on the paper... so I made note that the "matter" pertained only to the "wood rail" and then signed it.

Fuck him.

He handed over the lien waiver.

He said that he would send Jose over at the beginning of the week to staple felt paper under the island, beneath the house. Yeah, I'm holding my breath waiting for that to happen.

The shingle painters will be here next week as well. Yeah, waiting for that to happen.

According to Fred, roof repair guys were here in the two hours both dad and I were away from the house on Monday, and did the repairs. We EVEN SPRAYED WATER ON THE ROOF to prove that they did it. Wow. Like it only took a full day of rain over the weekend before the roof started to leak.... and so three minutes with a hose should prove it, right?

What a fucking scumbag.

At the end of the signing of papers, I excused myself to help Kyle with some math homework (and to walk away before spitting in the son of a bitch's face).

At the driveway, he had the nerve to ask Lisa why I was so angry with him. She pointed out the damage to the porch, and he said it wasn't his responsibility. Dad, at that point, told him that he was "smooth." From, what I hear, he-who-must-not-be-named didn't take kindly to that.

Well, fuck him.

Let's see how kindly he takes what's coming: BBB complaint, CSLB complaint, letter of complaint to the city, and a little internet free speech.

What can he do to us now? It's not like he's going to provide us with any more "service."

[And yet, through all of this, Lisa will not call him a liar. She barely admits that he lied. I don't know what she's waiting for. He lied in front of her today. He will not get another chance to fuck us over, or to redeem himself, so I don't know what's keeping her from finally believing what is so obvious: that he truly is a lying sack of shit.]

(guess I wasn't too pissed off to key this in... just pissed off enough, I guess)