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Since it is Friday, I found out what the kitchen guys would do on Wednesday. They were going to put in the VCT tiles. I had picked two Armstrong colors, antique white and cinnamon brown to be laid out in a checkerboard pattern. When one of the apprentice workers showed me the tiles (which I guess he was not supposed to do) the tiles my contractor had purchased were white and buff. When I pitched my fit the boss was not there. The guys filed out silently on that Tuesday afternoon. On Wednesday morning the boss showed up and used that calm-down-or-I-won’t-talk-to-you nonsense that everyone uses these days. I said that this was not really my angry voice, this was just my emotional voice and we moved on. He said, “go get your contract.” “Do you still have your contract?” I did. Sure enough right in my contract it said “in stock only.” No one stocks cinnamon brown, I already knew this. I said, “but in this case there is no extra cost to order colors that are not in stock. If there is I will pay.“ I said, “I cannot get the contrast I want with white and buff” (think school cafeteria). He started to call tile stores to try to find cinnamon brown. No one had it. I said, “I’ll have to go to each store and see what they do have.” He was fine with that. But I decided to call before I went out to see what other colors everyone had. We really could not wait. The whole team was ready to go. I was finding white, buff and black at every store. I was thinking about switching to white and black. Finally I called a tile store I had never visited which was right around the corner from my house and they had 21 boxes of brown tile, not Armstrong, Mannington. I raced out to look at it and it was a medium brown, not my fine, dark cinnamon brown, but I asked them if they could meet my price and they did. I sent my contractor over and he took that buff tile away and got me that medium brown tile.
While all this was going on, I was supposed to be meeting my friends. They wanted to see a movie and then tour my new house, then have dinner at the Vietnamese restaurant, and have dessert and exchange gifts at another friend’s house. It was obvious that touring my house, which was full of kitchen guys and one little Princess cat hiding in the closet, was out of the question. After the tile dilemma was solved I did finally make it to my movie (The King’s Speech; it made me cry) and the rest of my nice day. The tiles went in on Thursday. They look spectacular!
Have a very happy New Year! I hope 2011 brings you health and good fortune and peace.