Thank God This Is Almost Over

I have had a contractor here working on my kitchen.  He is doing good work, but he is an ass.  I have taken to referring to him as Princess Sunshine.  I have had so much fun with him woo boy!  The second day he was here, he showed up two hours late, as he did the first day.  When I mentioned this to him, he said, very insolently, and loudly, in my own damn house "So!"  He then told me that he works for himself and does not have to keep a a schedule and does not have to explain himself to me.  Yeah, he does work for himself, and he does not have to explain himself, but he does need to show up when he says he will, I do not have all day to be at his beck and call.  And I am PAYING him, hello? I called my General Contractor who had a chat with him about the bullshit of that situation.  So, I did not fire him that day.

I am looking for a job.  Well, Princess Sunshine thinks nothing of wandering into the room I use as an office to bother me about something or other and yelling at me while I am on the telephone doing interviews or trying to chat with contacts.  Then when I excuse myself from the phone conversation to tell him I am the phone and not able to talk right now, he gets an attitude and goes and closes himself in the kitchen and makes a lot of noise.  This guy just totally assaults my sensibilities. 

He whined and yelled at me for not shoveling two feet of snow out of my whole driveway.  I usually just do a car length at the end by the road, and park my car there, and then make myself a path to the door.  Life is too short for some things, like shoveling snow that will melt eventually.  So I found myself a plow dude and had the drive way plowed, Mr. Whiny Pouty shutting the fuck up about it was worth the thirty five bucks.  And, seriously who the hell does not wear boots when the state has just been blanketed with two feet of snow?  Asshat!

Princess Sunshine is a slob.  He leaves the seat up and does not wash his hands much.  Apparently, he waits until he comes to my house to take a dump.  I drink 16 glasses of water minimum a day, and this dude is in there more than me.  Geez!  I can live with different hygiene standards, I own Clorox Clean Up.  What really chaps my ass is he bugs me when I am in there.  I do not think he is a creep or a perv, just a clueless twit!  I have taken to leaving my own house all day, that way I can pee without being terrified I will be yelled at by this ding dong because he wants to be in the bathroom.  I have not showered regularly either.  Because he is too special to keep a schedule, I do not know when he will be here, and I do not want to be naked and wet while he is here.  Yuck! 

Last but not least, even though Princess Sunshine says he does not work for me, he thinks I work for him.  I have been to Home Depot or Lowes at least three times each day picking shit up for him.  He refuses to just give me a list of stuff to buy so I can buy it all at once.  He yells at me because he is not specific and I ask questions so I can get the right thing, then he says it is wrong, and I have to go back to the store.  My favorite thing was when he told me I had to fill up his gas tank.  When he originally quoted out the job he said he would pick up the counter tops.  Now, if I were a contractor, and a client said; "I would like to have this that and the other thing done, and can you pick up these materials that are too heavy for me/will not fit in my vehicle?" I would include the time it would take me, and the gas for my car in the consideration of what price to quote.  So, finally he decides I may go to the store to purchase the counter tops, and he will be nice and come with me, but I have to buy him gas, to go 6 miles total.  Suck my non-existent dick!  I say, no.  He tells me I have to buy adhesives, bolts, blah, blah, blah, and he has to go so I get the right stuff.  I say he agreed to pick up the counter tops when he quoted the job, he said "the counter tops are on you!"  I said I will call the GC and see what he says.  I wanted to fire his ass and get him the fuck out of my life, but my GC said he was going to finish the next day, and could I please just let him finish as it would be faster and easier than finding a replacement.  So, I go back home, explain to Princess Sunshine that the GC and I have decided for the sake of expediency to have him finish up rather than find someone else to do it, so he has to tell me what to get.  He tells me, with much yelling, Jesus Christing, and still refuses to be specific.  I go to Home Depot to see my best friends I have been hanging out with all week, and they  hook me up with all the stuff I need and put it in my car, and wish me luck with Princess Sunshine.  He was really put out when I got home, and I had all the right stuff.

Allegedly, he will finish up Sunday.  I told my GC if he does not, I will come get him, the GC, and he and I will finish together on Monday.  I am at the end of my rope with this.  It has been a long two weeks.