I am almost in tears. This clown of a painter that the management company hired left a mess behind. I have been doing a walk through all day listing all the items he got paint on that wasn't a wall or ceiling. He used no drop cloths. Everytime I touch or go to use something, it has splatter of paint on it. My brand new wheelchair that I haven't even got to use yet. My daughter bought it for me so she could take me shopping for clothes and other outings. I just can't walk more than ten feet without stopping and resting my hip and spine. It is covered with splatter paint from the rollers on the ceilings. My vacuum cleaner. My dead daughter's picture. And on and on. Who the hell is going to clean up this mess. I know I can't do it. And I certainly don't want this clown back into my home to do more damage.
Management is coming Monday morning to do a walk through. They better not have him with them. I have an open word document and everytime I find another thing with paint on it, it gets added to the list.
Illegitimi non carborundum!
I don't want my last words to be, "I wish I had spent more time doing housework"
Addie, I am so sorry to here this. I know how upsetting that can be, specially when you can't do anything about it. I hope you can get it straightened out with the management company.
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