Today was the perfect conclusion to a crazy month. This morning I spent my time wrapping up the transition from one contractor to the next. This meant notifying the town and its inspectors that we had terminated one relationship and were taking up another, and it meant making sure that we had the proper documents in place, including collecting Statements of Completed Work (which documents what someone did before they left the job). The subs have been very cooperative, and hopefully it means that February, even with Groundhog's Day just days away (remember, over and over), will be another month of moving forward.
BUT, just as the crazy month was wrapping up, the 31st threw me one last jab. Last weekend I cracked my iPhone screen. I took it to AT&T knowing that I had insurance and was sure that it would be a simple repair. They wanted $200 to fix the screen. I am due for an upgrade in April, so I said, "FORGET IT", and figured I could live with in for another 2 months (though that night I had to put Neosporin on my ear because the glass shards had already left a mark). When I came home complaining about it, my painter (a loyal sub) had told me about a place in Everett that could fix it in an hour for $80 (cash). He gave me the number and told me to call ahead of time.
I knew that I would be headed to Everett today to meet a client at Cumar (stone fabricator, http://cumar.com), so I figured that I could kill 2 birds with one stone while I was there. As I was driving up Broadway, I was a little hesitant to to actually drop it off at the place called RED LIGHT COMMUNICATIONS. I quickly logged off every app, installed a password, and shut down the phone. When I told them that I would be back and asked for a receipt, they gave me a red Staples raffle ticket in exchange. I was certain that it was a scam.
Before I turned the phone in, I quickly glanced at its map of how to get from there to Cumar - it was less than a mile away with 3 turns. I turned the wrong way immediately, and because I was now 3 minutes late, I pulled a U-turn. I felt a bump and heard a hissing. I had assumed that I hit the curb, but was almost thankful when I looked out the window and some guy was laughing, pointing at my car and shaking his head - when I rolled down my window to ask what he was laughing at, he said "girl, you just ran over a hubcap - hear that? that's you - get to the nearest gas station!"
And so, I ended up at Quik-Stop. The nicest people. Remember, I had no phone. I was in Everett. I was meeting a client. I had to ask someone who was getting a car inspection to use their smartphone to look up Cumar's number to page my client to come pick me up. She got lost. They couldn't find my jack. Or the tool to unlock the tire. I left it in their hands to go back to Cumar to keep my appointment.
The client's husband took a cab to meet us a Cumar after flying in from a trip to Dubai flying through a very delayed flight through London fighting serious tailwinds on "their longest trip on record" across the pond. When we got there, he was already feeling the lag. We were looking for a 125" white slab that didn't look like Gorgonzola cheese (my client's description of the latest round of Carrera). We found an incredible lot of White Rhino. And though we had to move all six slabs to find that the last one was actually the perfect one, it really made the day worth every step to get there...
And, just another reason I love my job...