I am getting so fucking sick of the handyman we have “working” on things around the house. He makes Alf and Ralph Monroe on Green Acres look like the Scott Brothers. He has been fixing the attic store room for freaking months. He keeps disappearing, and every possible thing that can go wrong for him personally has.
ordinarily, I’d say fuck it and hire someone else, but he’s a family friend...sort of.
added to all that, he owes us $$ he is supposed to pay us off. By finishing 3 jobs, but at this point I’ll be damned if he gets near my bathroom.