Many years ago we used to live in a townhouse that we rented in Fairfax, Virginia. The entire time we lived there, the oven didn’t work. Several other things were broken all or most of the time as well. I didn’t like our landlord at all. Besides not being good at keeping the place maintained, he was Iranian and wouldn’t talk to me about things because I was a woman. Whenever he called he demanded to speak with Rob, and if I called him he wouldn’t discuss anything with me.
So the upstairs bathroom floor was in a horrible state. The tiles were coming unstuck from the floor and popping out. Finally we brought the city into the matter and they forced him to make some repairs, among them the bathroom floor, which by now had probably a third of its tiles just sitting loose on the floor. So the landlord hired some men to come and do the repairs…
Check out the horrible job the workmen did retiling our bathroom floor. YES this is the FINISHED product. This is what it looked like when they left and never came back. (Click on each photo to see it full size and truly experience the wonderment.)
First we have the lovely job in the corners:
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They did such a nice job blending their plaster into the texture of the wall, don’t you think? And what a “fun” finish the tiles have now, with the plaster hardened and dried on top of them! (There’s a reason you wipe that off while it’s still wet, guys: it doesn’t come off later!)
Check out the puddle of plaster in the corner, and the globs of grout on the bottom of the door…
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And speaking of the plaster on top of the tiles:
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You can’t even see the tiles they buried in grout at the threshold! And check out the plaster on the carpet:
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And what about these lovely bubbles in the grout?
— 09:38:36 PM
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