Renovations schmenovations

Renovations are being done in the clinic where I work. We were informed of these renovations a week before they were to begin taking place. That was rather a piss off because I really like to give clients as much time as possible if there are going to be any changes to their appointments. But, okay, we were being refunded the rent for those days, and I could really use the rest.

Said renovations were supposed to be completed over the weekend beginning with Canada Day (July 1). By Monday, July 5, we were supposed to be back to business as usual, with perhaps a little patching and painting to be finished up. Okay by me. Considering all that has gone on with this owner before, we should have known better.

Today, the 7th of July, I went in to work. The place was a disaster. No painting has been done. Bare gyprock, spackle and mud are all exposed. Our belongings are dumped in garbage bags throughout the clinic's many rooms. After a search, I found the fridge, but the gods only know which dimension the microwave disappeared in to (so much for a hot lunch). My room was relatively untouched except for pencil marks and grubby handprints (that drives me crazy!) where the sink was repaired. The owner (let's just call him Mr. Smug) has installed track lighting in our charting area, which heats the place to a toasty 30° celsius in no time flat, but we couldn't turn on any fans because of the dust.

The dust. Yes, this deserves it's own paragraph. The contractor had been sanding the drywall last night leading to a fine, white powder coating every surface and floating abundantly in the air. Now, I am just getting over a cold (see previous rant) that has left me with the wonders of a dry, hacking cough, and I also happen to be mildly asthmatic. How, in any reality, am I supposed to work when I am inhaling ½ lb of drywall dust (okay, I am just randomly guessing a figure) into my lungs with every breath? Even a healthy, non-asthmatic person should not be expected to work in those conditions. Mr. Smug should have closed the clinic until the renovations were complete, rather than being so frigging cheap about refunding our rent for a week.

As a result of the construction debacle which is my place of employment, I was forced to cancel my afternoon appointments with very little warning. I wasn't happy about losing even more income, but my health, and the health of my clients (who probably don't want to breathe lb's of drywall dust either), is a little more important. Not to Mr. Smug, mind you.

Mr. Smug better watch himself, because this Vertigogirl is pissed!