DVC Jen
Wigs out even the biggest circus freaks.
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We started working with a highly recommended pool builder in early August to design and build an inground gunite pool w/spa.
Originally the spa was going to be a part of the pool, but then because we do not have a natural gas line to our home we had to go with an acrylic spa. Our designer told us she sat down with one of the co-owners for the pool builder, the owner of the spa company and herself. They sat down for hours and discussed out to "bury" the spa and make it appear to be a normal gunite spa. They got it all worked out, in the contract and it was signed.
Then we were sent to a stone yard to pick out the stone for our pool/spa. The yard she sent us to did not have ANY stone that I liked. I specifically told her I didn 't want brown stone. Well the owner of the stone yard did not have anything BUT brown stone. He took us from pallet to pallet to pallet showing me differing shades of brown. I kept nicely telling him no. Then on the far side of the yard I saw a small pallet of stone that was PERFECT. After inquiring about it he informed me "that is an upgrade stone and you can't afford it".
WHAT? How would he know what we can and can not afford???? Basically after nailing down how much more it would be and saying YES WE CAN.. he told us it was hard to get and he didn't want to have to try to track it down. Then he led us over to yet another pallet of brown stone. He was extremely rude and condescending. Finally I got in his face and said "I hate it! It looks like baby doo!" We left.
After 6 hours and three different trips to stone yards in 102 degree heat we found exactly what we wanted and they had plenty of it there.
OK.. the day for the owner to come out and lay the flags where the waterline of the pool is going to be comes. He puts the flags down, and leaves. I come home and notice the flags are very close to the property line. Like 2 and a half feet close and we have a 5ft easement. So we call and ask about it. They are quite irritated that we have the nerve to question Ted. AFter all he has been doing this since 1966.
The day of the excavation comes (a week late). We were told this is a really cool thing to see and we should try to take the day off work. So both myself and Ian took the day off and we let our kids take the day off school. Ted comes out and moves the flags (never admitting he made a mistake. Instead he made is sound like he was trying to appease me). He then goes on to ask my DH what he does. Well DH is a manager for an internation company that deals with military contracts. But he humbly says "I'm an engineer". To that Ted starts laughing and says, "Oh an enginerd. Where's your pocket protector? Where is your slide rule?" I was dumbfounded. He then starts telling us they can't bury the spa. It won't worked and when he tells us what he wants to do we are still so in shock over the insults we say "we will have to see what it looks like". He must have taken that for a yes.
Then the excavator is here. He fills two dump trucks, jumps off his shovel and knocks on our backdoor. He says he has left his cell phone charger at h ome and his phone is nearly dead. Could we find the closest cell phone store so he could go get a new charger. Being the very nice man my DH is.. he did. Off goes the excavator. Two and a half hours later the trucks are back and he is no where to be found. 3 hours later he is knocking on our door saying they will be back tomorrow. WHAT??? Turns out they didn't have a place to dump the dirt. I could not believe it. Who would start a dig and not have a place lined up to dump? I missed a day of pay, my husband wasted a vacation day and our girls missed school and have make-up work for nothing. I mention this to him and he shrugs his shoulders and informs me that I can let the kids skip again tomorrow and kids skip all the time. I was livid.
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Originally the spa was going to be a part of the pool, but then because we do not have a natural gas line to our home we had to go with an acrylic spa. Our designer told us she sat down with one of the co-owners for the pool builder, the owner of the spa company and herself. They sat down for hours and discussed out to "bury" the spa and make it appear to be a normal gunite spa. They got it all worked out, in the contract and it was signed.
Then we were sent to a stone yard to pick out the stone for our pool/spa. The yard she sent us to did not have ANY stone that I liked. I specifically told her I didn 't want brown stone. Well the owner of the stone yard did not have anything BUT brown stone. He took us from pallet to pallet to pallet showing me differing shades of brown. I kept nicely telling him no. Then on the far side of the yard I saw a small pallet of stone that was PERFECT. After inquiring about it he informed me "that is an upgrade stone and you can't afford it".
WHAT? How would he know what we can and can not afford???? Basically after nailing down how much more it would be and saying YES WE CAN.. he told us it was hard to get and he didn't want to have to try to track it down. Then he led us over to yet another pallet of brown stone. He was extremely rude and condescending. Finally I got in his face and said "I hate it! It looks like baby doo!" We left.After 6 hours and three different trips to stone yards in 102 degree heat we found exactly what we wanted and they had plenty of it there.
OK.. the day for the owner to come out and lay the flags where the waterline of the pool is going to be comes. He puts the flags down, and leaves. I come home and notice the flags are very close to the property line. Like 2 and a half feet close and we have a 5ft easement. So we call and ask about it. They are quite irritated that we have the nerve to question Ted. AFter all he has been doing this since 1966.
The day of the excavation comes (a week late). We were told this is a really cool thing to see and we should try to take the day off work. So both myself and Ian took the day off and we let our kids take the day off school. Ted comes out and moves the flags (never admitting he made a mistake. Instead he made is sound like he was trying to appease me). He then goes on to ask my DH what he does. Well DH is a manager for an internation company that deals with military contracts. But he humbly says "I'm an engineer". To that Ted starts laughing and says, "Oh an enginerd. Where's your pocket protector? Where is your slide rule?" I was dumbfounded. He then starts telling us they can't bury the spa. It won't worked and when he tells us what he wants to do we are still so in shock over the insults we say "we will have to see what it looks like". He must have taken that for a yes.
Then the excavator is here. He fills two dump trucks, jumps off his shovel and knocks on our backdoor. He says he has left his cell phone charger at h ome and his phone is nearly dead. Could we find the closest cell phone store so he could go get a new charger. Being the very nice man my DH is.. he did. Off goes the excavator. Two and a half hours later the trucks are back and he is no where to be found. 3 hours later he is knocking on our door saying they will be back tomorrow. WHAT??? Turns out they didn't have a place to dump the dirt. I could not believe it. Who would start a dig and not have a place lined up to dump? I missed a day of pay, my husband wasted a vacation day and our girls missed school and have make-up work for nothing. I mention this to him and he shrugs his shoulders and informs me that I can let the kids skip again tomorrow and kids skip all the time. I was livid.
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And thanks for listening to my rant.

