The doorbell rang at 8:30 this morning. When I swung the door open, a man dressed in white stood on the stoop. "We are painting your unit today," he told me.
I nodded. The project had been going on for over a month. We had been power-washed several weeks ago, and now it was time to replace any rotting wood and paint the rest. "Can I just move things away from the railing?" I asked. "That's all you're doing, right?"
"No, Miss," he replied, "it's the flooring, too."
Now, that was a different situation: one that required me to move a lot of stuff completely off the balcony, either into the house or through the house. I raised my eyebrows. I was not unfamiliar with the details of this project, especially since Heidi is on the board. "I thought this building was scheduled for next week," I said. "I'm sure got an email that said so."
"They must have sent the wrong schedule," he answered politely, but his expression was clear. This is happening, Lady.
I sighed and thanked him, then set about clearing the decks. Later, as I sat surrounded by lawn chairs, cacti, deck boxes, and flower pots, I pulled up my email. According to that communication, our building was scheduled for the week of November 25. I was not wrong. Looking more closely at the message, however, I noticed that the building before ours was scheduled to be completed on the 18th, and there was no work listed between the 18th and the 25th, an apparent oversight.
I hadn't picked up the mistake because I was only focused on my unit rather than the overall project. Such a perspective is unsurprising, but in this case, it was also unhelpful. Oh, and to add insult to the situation, they didn't even paint our unit today, so the stuff is still just sitting on the tarp in the house.
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