HOUSE UPDATE HORRORS: why I don't go into business with relatives

Thankfully, I don't have to deal with this, but my SIL {sister-in-law} just had her foundation collapse. The foundation for her dream home. She's dealing with a contractor that she'd love to fire, but of course can't, because "we're Omani ya'll" and her contractor is our relative.

Of course, her engineer TOLD HER this would happen, but our cousin/nephew/what-have-you/her contractor knew better.

"Ma mishkila" to do it differently than the 30-years experienced engineer whose done some lovely things like Chedi-style infinity pools and 'my-gosh that's fine' examples of government architecture informed her. Until it was a "mishkila".

Since the house is practically a palace (compared to my humble townhouse-style abode to-be) it will be so sad to see all that marble and mouldings and fabulous furniture overshadowed by bad wiring, cracking walls, and 12 toilets out of 18 that never work...

But they can afford the finest bukhoor {that's Arabic for insence} ya'll, so they can't possibly fire the humble relative contractor now can they? Even if stinking bathrooms that require buckets for flushing will be the result...







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