Two story house, built in 1912. It has been renovated to be serviceable, beautiful interior features like crown moldings, fireplace, built-in china cabinets, leaded windows. The thermostat is UPSTAIRS. In the BATHROOM. There is a door leading outside on the stair landing that has no frame, as well as a window. The downstairs exterior door doesn't fit on the frame correctly so there are three areas where the cold air just blows right on in. The fix? Plastic and blankets. The electric is shit, throwing a circuit is not uncommon (gotta turn the space heater off before blow drying hair, for example).
Dude quit drinking so he's finally getting to working on the place after 25 goddamn years, and he starts with removing paint from the trim in a room he hasn't even looked at in said 25 years. "My new bedroom!" he says. Yay. Perhaps there are other, more pressing items you should begin with?
(Note to all: a drunk may quit drinking but that doesn't mean they gain IQ points)
My name is not on this pile of shit so I have no way to even get repairs done myself (I have the money! I HAVE THE MONEY!) because they need the homeowner's approval (yes yes, I want to improve this home, it's just a prank bro!) The window in my office doesn't open at all, so I tried to make an appointment after a suffocating summer for a window installer to get an estimate and I'd pay for it. Nope. Tell dude to
please make calls, get this done before winter. Nope, he's too autistic, that's always been
my job.
(I had to make the call for the euthanasia for his/our dog, he literally threw a $100 bill at me to do it. It's always MY fucking job, until it isn't, then it just doesn't get done. Did I mention that our CAT got STOLEN this past October in this fucking nasty ghetto-ass hood? Yeah...)