So you all know we got our bathroom redone last October, right? It looks lovely, but I'm only about 95% satisfied with the outcome. 80% if you factor in the frustration of not having the job completely finished. And It's quickly falling to around the 50% mark now that I'm searching how to fix cracking grout on the internet.
Yes, the grout is cracking around the tub already. And I can tell you exactly why. Because the guy who did it didn't seal the damn floor. Or the tile/grout in the shower either. You don't even know how angry this makes me. In my opinion, when you're hired to do a job, you do it right and you FINISH IT.
On top of it cracking, it's also getting discolored. Because it's not sealed, dirt is just getting ground into the light colored grout, making it look filthy. Awesome. I always wanted a floor that always looks dirty.
So basically, it's not just a quick fix now, it's a total redo. The grout has to be dug out with a grout saw and redone. I knew the floor was going to turn into a nightmare when the guy told us...no, informed us...that it was up to us to seal it. Which seemed totally unacceptable to me since we hired HIM to redo our bathroom. But, being the nice people we are, we didn't protest. Big mistake.
We didn't say anything partly because we had a little toilet mishap (the toilet backed up all over the unsealed floor, and let's just say it was quite "messy") that ended up staining the grout. Which is another reason I want the grout redone. Who wants shitty--figuratively and literally--grout, right?
The toilet problem wasn't our fault and the guy fixed it (apparently one of his workers did something wrong when installing it). But I can't help but feel like the grout wouldn't have gotten f*ed up if he'd just sealed the damn thing in a timely manner after he grouted like he was supposed to.
We thought since the guy jacked up the toilet which led to the floor getting jacked up, that he was going to take care of it. We thought he was going to regrout it and seal it like he said he was going to do. Apparently, we thought wrong.
Here it is nine months later and our floor is still messed up and actually needs more work done to it then if he would have just fixed it right away like we asked him to.
So now we'll probably have to take on this project ourselves, which means more tools and more fumbling through something we really know nothing about. But, since I don't really want water damage in my newly redone bathroom, I guess we'll have to roll up our sleeves and get it done.
I guess it is true that if you want something done right, you've got to do it yourself.
June 19, 2007
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