OCD

Travis made numerous appointments and canceled due to one thing and another. His kids are sick on the first day of school. Oddly enough when I asked him when he did show up if he had daughters because I had a Princess Diana bride doll I was looking for a home, he looked at me like I asked him he he had pet dragons. So many excuses. I expected him to come up with the vapors at some point. He showed up the last time after he promised faithfully he would not reschedule again. His "helper" was a woman who helped him measure my floor because he noticed I had subflooring down and would be doing something to the dining room and kitchen. Not what I called your for, Travis. This is not the Fixer Upper and you are not Chip Gaines. Well, this place is a fixer upper, but not THE Fixer Upper. He took pictures of everything that needed to be done to the house. He'd get bids for me. I'm starting to feel like I'm in an episode of Boris and Natasha with all the picture taking. Yes, I'm the Squirrel for going along with this. Excuse me, this is the fourth time you were supposed to be here and install these countertops and this sink. Why are we doing a punch list of everything that needs to be done to this house? What's my monthly budget for repairs? After an hour of this dog and pony show, he says he has to get back with his partner and put together a bid because he doesn't do anything without his partner. We already discussed and agreed on an hourly wage. What's this about an estimate? He'll have the estimate in a couple of hours. No estimate that night. Of course. Nor the next day and he's supposed to deliver a stove I agreed to buy. He was supposed to send me pictures of it. He hasn't. Of course. He'll be by at 1:30 to start the work. I text at 10:00 to ask if he has the estimate. No answer. At 1:00, I text back and tell him to forget it. I get a text back. He's sorry, he had choir practice and worked until 10 pm Monday night and didn't get the bid done, but he'll do it now. Hallelujah! Choir practice! At least his dog didn't eat the estimate...or die. I'm not even sure how I contacted him. I was contacting someone else and his box popped up. I hadn't researched him and can't find him in listings. Suggest Angie's List check into this, but if you have a chance to deal with him, don't. Make like the Gingerbread Man and run, run, run away as fast as you can.