Why I hate the handyman

Hate is such a strong word but damn it, I gotta use it today. I try not to let people get my temper going, but sometimes they push ALL the wrong buttons! So, this is why I hate the handyman:

About 2 weeks before Christmas I noticed a problem in my master bathroom. Something I didn't want to fix myself and didn't mind paying for the convenience of having someone else fix it. I like word-of-mouth recommendations and a co-worker gave me 2 guys to call. One of them she recommended specifically for the job I needed done. So I called him up that day so he could come out and see what it would take to fix the problem and how much it would cost.

He stopped by and quoted a cheap service fee and cost of supplies and I was happy that I wouldn't have to pay an arm and a leg. He said he'd come out that Sunday(right before Christmas) to fix it. All I had to do was call him when I came from church and he'd come right over. Nice!

Sunday rolls around and I call him after church. His response "Oh, ok, let me call you back." The time: 2:15p. Not bad at all, he probably just needs to run by the Depot and get the supplies. No problem.

5:00p...hmmm, I wonder where he could be? It's getting dark outside and I've been holed up all day waiting. Oh well, he'll be here soon.

9:00p...DAMN, that trifling M-F didn't show or call or even write, damn! These are my thoughts, mind you, things I would never say out loud. OK, things I would never say out loud in front of anyone.

So, I'm the kind of person that thinks 2nd chances are always warranted. Everybody makes mistakes, right? Well, I called Mr. Handyman after the new year thinking he'd probably just been busy with the holidays. Asked him if he could come out and fix up my bathroom for me. He said "Oh, no problem. What time you want me to come over? Oh, ok, just call me when you get home, SUCKA!" The sucker is implied because I really should've known better, right?

Well, I ended up working late so I called my sis and asked her if she would meet him at the house. She agreed(thanks, sis, as always).

I got home around 8:30. My sis and Pooter were chilling in the living room. "Is he done?" I asked. All she did was shake her head. That M-F never showed! When my sis called him he said "Oh, I forgot that was tonight...I'm on the other side of town. Let me call you back." I'm still waiting on that call. I really can't stand that man.

Dang, maybe I really am a sucka. The 1st handyman I used, who was also recommended, came by one day to fix a really small problem and told me all the things he could do. My eyes lit up and I thought of all the things I could do with the house. Then I made an appointment for him to come out and clean the gutters. I rushed home from work that day and waited. And waited....a no-show. GRRRRRR!!!!!

How does this happen to me? I really hate handymen!