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Originally Posted by JayEll
Dagmar... What did the ex-housepainter do?
After looking at the walls he explained how they needed to be painted - very intense colours to be covered with a much lighter colour so there were complications. I agreed. He also talked me into having one of the ceilings painted, even though I kept repeating that the ceiling might well come down with any more painting.
He wrote up a contract detailing what would be done in each room.We both signed it.
He was very busy so said he would sandwich my small job in between 2 big ones and that he only had 2 days to paint my 2 rooms. OK. In order to help my husband and I did all the prep - taking down art, moving the furniture, and packing up all the breakables. All the painters had to do was paint.
He and his son (who is his assistant) showed up and he said he couldn't paint that day because he had heat stroke. I was fine with that so he left the son to paint and he disappeared.
I came home at around 2:30 and they were just leaving. He said his son couldn't roller the walks because he "forgot to bring him a roller". They live 4 blocks away from me so why couldn't the son walk home and get the roller?I left them a key to let themselves in and out that morning.
I went upstairs to look at what had been done. I became concerned after seeing how little had been done in the one room. And there was no primer, just 2 coats of cutting at all the edges.
This was not what we had agreed on and I called him to ask for an explanation. I called 3 times and he never got back to me.
He finally did call back and said they would put 3 coats of paint on the walls the next day. I pointed out that my husband had had problems with the walls and that 3 coats wouldn't stay on the walls unless there was adequate drying time. He brushed me off.
The next day they showed up and I again asked for an explanation of what he was doing. He started talking about putting oil primer on the walls upstairs and also in the totally unpainted room. I voiced my concerns again that he was putting oil primer over already painted latex edges and that 3 coats of paint on our old walls without adequate drying time would make the walls bubble and the paint peel.
The then yelled at me to shut up and that he had the floor. I told him to keep his deposit, give me the can of paint already in use, cancel and sign the contract, and clear out. I used a very calm but intense tone - no yelling - and kept repeating that I wanted them to leave.
He shouted at me again about what a stupid *&^%$ I was and how I was wasting his time. Then he and the son got their stuff and the paint and stormed out.
Dagmar