Tub, Continued

So, they came again today, at 1:00, which was a much more reasonable time. I just got home, to find my bedroom window coverings wide open, the window cracked open (seriously, why not just open it all the way?), and my bathroom door shut with a note on it saying not to TOUCH the tub until 5:00 tomorrow. Why shut the door with the window open is a mystery. . . and I guess that means I won't be showering before work at 4:00, but that's not even the bad part. I mean, the smell is ridiculously unpleasant, but I'm feeling a bit violated. My carpet is covered in paint chips, stuff was moved from my bathroom floor, the bathroom sink counter, my towel is in my bedroom along with the shower curtain, there's a wadded up rag (not sure if it's mine or not) in my kitchen sink (which is also a mess now), it looks like they just tossed things wherever. But, here's the kicker - they moved stuff on my bed. And I'm not talking about putting anything there. My pajamas were moved to the chest at the bottom of my bed, and I always lay them across the bottom of my bed. What did they do - take a nap? I'm a bit disturbed. And even though the whole thing pretty much makes me want to take a shower - I can't!

Tale of a Tub

This is how my tub looked after I stepped in it last week and it cracked. (Above)
This is how it looked when I got home today after leaving my house before 9 in the morning so that they could come fix it. (Below)




This is me not being happy. (I spared you the picture on that one!)