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I'm feeling self-destructive. That explains the red velvet cake I'm shovelling into my mouth and the Diet Mountain Dew I'm washing it down with. (I know it says "diet" but anything whose ingredients include something called "brominated vegetable oil" cannot be healthful.) Some of the frustrations that have piled up I've detailed before. See previous entries.
Then there's the townhouse I'm having built. That might become a blog of its own. When the builder, KB Home, constructed the model it didn't pass the code inspection. The upstairs bathroom was too narrow and the distances between the toilet, the sink faucet and the bathtub spigot were too close.
This isn't Bob & Joe's Housemakers I'm dealing with here, people. This is one of the biggest home builders in the country and it can't design a home that passes code? "The code changed," my sales guy tells me, as if I can't smell that BS from ten miles away. I could tell when I saw the model that it was a squeeze to get into the bathroom and I'm not exactly a hefty guy.
So the builder redesigns the bathroom in a way that I hate and doesn't tell me! My sales guy calls every other week to give me progress updates on the construction but never thinks to mention this. Oh, but wait! There's more! To make the bathroom wider, they have to cut into what was going to be the master bedroom's walk-in closet. Now it's not a walk-in closet unless you're (insert anorexic supermodel's name here).
Once the main structure of the building is complete, someone from KB Home leads you on your "pre-drywall meeting." It's on that walk through the home I notice the bathtub in the wrong place and say, in so many words, "Hey! WTF is up with my tub!" Again, even standing inside the building looking at it, they don't bother to tell me. I have to point it out to them!
I have two things going on here. One is that I essentially don't have the home that I signed the contract for and, two, I am dealing with people who obviously think they can pull any old crap out of their hat and have me believe it's a rabbit. I might not be the sharpest bulb in the drawer but the stink here is more than strong enough for me to sniff it out.
Then I see that the building that on the community site map sits to the south and west to mine is about to have its foundation poured in a place that will obstruct about one-third of the rear view of my building -- possibly including my unit. When I first visited the sales office before signing my contract, the sales guy told me there was a lot premium in addition to the home price. What for? "The pond view," my sales guy said at the time. Now my pond view could turn into that of someone else's patio. Listen, I realize that with townhouses, you're going to be closer to your neighbors than if you're in a single family home. But that shouldn't mean that I should sit within literal spitting distance of someone else's building.
And, for now, I won't get started on the damage to the tub that the project manager tells me that is merely cosmetic.
I could wrangle my way out of the contract and get my deposit back. But how do I get the last ten months of my life I've waited for this thing back? I have to live somewhere.
I know. It's not the end of the world. The home will be habitable. But it seems to me that when you're about to hand over a sizeable chunk of your life savings to someone for a home, there shouldn't be any questions about it, should there?
Then there's the townhouse I'm having built. That might become a blog of its own. When the builder, KB Home, constructed the model it didn't pass the code inspection. The upstairs bathroom was too narrow and the distances between the toilet, the sink faucet and the bathtub spigot were too close.
This isn't Bob & Joe's Housemakers I'm dealing with here, people. This is one of the biggest home builders in the country and it can't design a home that passes code? "The code changed," my sales guy tells me, as if I can't smell that BS from ten miles away. I could tell when I saw the model that it was a squeeze to get into the bathroom and I'm not exactly a hefty guy.
So the builder redesigns the bathroom in a way that I hate and doesn't tell me! My sales guy calls every other week to give me progress updates on the construction but never thinks to mention this. Oh, but wait! There's more! To make the bathroom wider, they have to cut into what was going to be the master bedroom's walk-in closet. Now it's not a walk-in closet unless you're (insert anorexic supermodel's name here).
Once the main structure of the building is complete, someone from KB Home leads you on your "pre-drywall meeting." It's on that walk through the home I notice the bathtub in the wrong place and say, in so many words, "Hey! WTF is up with my tub!" Again, even standing inside the building looking at it, they don't bother to tell me. I have to point it out to them!
I have two things going on here. One is that I essentially don't have the home that I signed the contract for and, two, I am dealing with people who obviously think they can pull any old crap out of their hat and have me believe it's a rabbit. I might not be the sharpest bulb in the drawer but the stink here is more than strong enough for me to sniff it out.
Then I see that the building that on the community site map sits to the south and west to mine is about to have its foundation poured in a place that will obstruct about one-third of the rear view of my building -- possibly including my unit. When I first visited the sales office before signing my contract, the sales guy told me there was a lot premium in addition to the home price. What for? "The pond view," my sales guy said at the time. Now my pond view could turn into that of someone else's patio. Listen, I realize that with townhouses, you're going to be closer to your neighbors than if you're in a single family home. But that shouldn't mean that I should sit within literal spitting distance of someone else's building.
And, for now, I won't get started on the damage to the tub that the project manager tells me that is merely cosmetic.
I could wrangle my way out of the contract and get my deposit back. But how do I get the last ten months of my life I've waited for this thing back? I have to live somewhere.
I know. It's not the end of the world. The home will be habitable. But it seems to me that when you're about to hand over a sizeable chunk of your life savings to someone for a home, there shouldn't be any questions about it, should there?
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