I really wanted to keep this blog all happy happy but have something I need to get off my chest and this is cheap therapy :)
We attended a home show in spring of 2004 and my husband stopped by the booth for Future Steel Buildings. He loved the idea of an outbuilding/garage that would be virtually maintenance free. I thought they were ugly but agreed that maintenance free would be a lovely thought. Yes, they're a little pricey, but did you catch the part about maintenance free? When he received a follow up call from a salesperson who was eager to sell and told him there was a special sale on that would only last a few more days...well, he bit. Right away I felt horrible about this. I HATE pushy sales people. I figure if someone wants to sell you something in a big hurry there's a reason, and I like to find out what that reason is. Except, I've missed some good deals with this philosophy and I tend to be a procrastinater at the best of times, so DH wasn't going to give my opinion here a lot of weight. I pointed out that this was a big expensive building, wouldn't a nice cheap wooden shed be simpler (and cuter?). Back to maintenance free. I pointed out that our priority was building our home first and we didn't need to be making decisions about this for at least another year. He told pushy sales guy this and pushy sales guy pushed back hard "buy now, we can store it for a year or more at no cost to you--hey, how about I throw in these extras, yadda yadda, blah blah". DH buys the building. I am ticked, but pregnant, so my thoughts and energy are elsewhere, and really, what do I have to complain about? It will be a good investment, it's only a weekend's project to put up, maintenance free, and my only arguements were "it feels off" (dh is all about the logic/quantification) and "it's ugly". I'd have to get used to a little ugly on the property. And they all lived happily ever after.
Not quite. Pushy sales guy kept calling, thanking us for our business and telling us about additional sales and accessories we could get for our building. Not interested. We built our new house, happy happy, joy joy...except we've only been in it for about a month when Future Steel calls to tell us they need room in their warehouse and they'll be delivering the building next week. Whoa. We were told we'd have a few more months of storage. DH calls Future Steel. Would anyone be surprised to learn that Pushy Sales guy has left them (and a lot of unhappy customers in his wake?). Some of the pieces he told us were included in the cost of the building (like, oh, a door) are not actually included (the contract is a little ambiguous here) and various other concerns. We can cancel the purchase but would lose the very hefty deposit. The company is all kinds of helpful and we get the contract stuff ironed out (nicely, they really were good people). They do need to deliver it though, so DH meets the truck and the guy unloads all the steel pieces in our driveway. Problem: we need our driveway and the pieces need to be out of the elements until the building goes up. DH fills our basement (so much for a place for the kids to play in bad weather). Then he fills the existing (not weathertight) shed. So, it's stored until spring when we can get it built.
We spend winter studying the plans. Friends can help, it's a little confusing, but doable. Friends move away. Ok, this is not a one man job, so it's time to cry uncle and find a contracter. That's ok, we've decided we should get a professional to pour the cement for the foundation anyway. We tear down the old barn that is where we want to put up the new building and start calling contractors. It takes months, but we get a bid. It's *gasp* as much as the building was in the first place. I cry. What are we going to do though? We have this stupid thing (as I now refer to it). We could sell it at a significant loss and STILL need a garage or something, or we can throw more money at it and forge ahead. We call the contractor and say "put us on your schedule". He hems and haws, he'll call back next week. We wait two weeks and call him. He's having trouble getting cement guys, but he'll call back. A month goes by. We call. He's really busy, but he hasn't forgotten us. Back and forth until it's winter and we've given up. Another year lost.
That winter I hang out with the local Brownie troop. One of the leaders knows EVERYONE in our small adopted community and gives me a list of local handy people who might be able to handle it. (I love this woman) I start calling. NO ONE wants to deal with this monster. Oh, and the easy weekend DIY project part that ultimately sold DH? They laugh. Apparently these things are horrifically complicated. Anyway, helpful woman's hubby comes home, thinks he can do it. This man has saved us in the past (when we moved in to our old farmhouse in october and had no wood for the coming winter and no alternate source for heat--he found wood for us) and it looks like he is riding to our rescue again. We give him the plans and he's sure he can do it. Except for the foundation. He'll try to find someone for the foundation but it's really complicated and he's not sure who he can get. This drags on most of the summer. Did I mention he's also working really, really long hours (seriously, this man is an inspiration, he has such an amazing work ethic)? In July, a flyer appears in our mailbox. It seems a cement company will be in our area and is soliciting other jobs. Maybe prayers are answered? We're leaving on family vacation (the first in years) but call and get this company to agree to do our foundation. Yippee! Time continues to drag in that slow Maritimer way (another post). August slips into September, and the foundation guys come! Yay! We have a foundation!
The weeks slip by before our guy can get enough time off to get a team and put up the building. Finally, he says he'll be there to do it on Sept 29th. He shows up but not with a team, and it seems we need extra bolts, and...well, things happen, it falls through, we understand. This weekend is Thanksgiving. I love Thanksgiving. I make plans for Thanksgiving Monday. Apparently I shouldn't have, because the guys show up yesterday, work for several hours (lets not even get into how the anchor bolts weren't put in properly and they had to make adjustments) and then say they'll be back...on Monday. Because it's Thanksgiving and their wives expect them home on Sunday. Duh. It seems I'm the only person in Canada (certainly the Maritimes) who thinks Thanksgiving Monday is actual Turkey day. Sunday? Well, it's General Conference weekend, even with the time difference. I certainly can't take the family to Hunter Brothers Farm on Sunday, as I had planned for Monday. (I DO try to honour the Sabbath. Even when it's inconvenient)
Anyway, some guys just showed up in our driveway, so hopefully by Tuesday this saga will end. And I'll post pictures. In the meantime, thanks, this helped :) I'll try to do a little scrapping this afternoon while listening to conference and post my page so we can get the taste of this out of our systems. And if you're Canadian, happy Thanksgiving. Today or tomorrow. Whichever. I am thankful to have this out of my system.