Beam me up, Scotty

Little Star Wars joke for you nerds out there. Sitting in your parents' basement hoping, nay, praying that I will grace you with another dusting of my hilarity. 

Well, worry not, little nerd. Your dreams have come true. 

Today, we have steel beams above the garage 

Garage as, bro

And above the stacker door in the lounge


Look at how big that stacker is! Look at it! Don't make me slap you. I like that the beams are blue. Not that it matters, they'll be covered up soon. Still. 

And that, I think, is the completion of the wall framing (other than the bits they fucked up, about which they have said not a dicky bird. I hope they're bracing themselves for some bloody difficult questions when I see them). More fun is the fact that this triggers a payment which is about the GDP of a small African nation. Gulp. 

Jeeves; fetch my chequebook. 

Also, we got an email today saying, essentially, they'd fucked up the price of the roof and that they wanted us to pay the difference. 

The roof that we specified months ago and they added to the spec. They'd messed up the price and it was on us to pay for that mess. 

I don't fucking think so, Jimmy. 

As I was working myself into a state to write an email with language likely to make a longshoreman blush, they sent an email "agreeing" to supply the roof we wanted without the additional charge. How magnanimous of them. 

Site visit tomorrow. Where I can hopefully ask the Project Manager some awkward questions face to face. This is the first official site visit, and ignores the ones where we've just wondered about. 

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