Awash

Do you remember a few months back when our renter called to tell us that there was a leak in the front foyer? Remember the adjuster telling us that it was a fluke occurrence?

Yeah, well he was wrong. Horribly, horribly WRONG.

After getting a second SOS from our tenant after some bad weather, we called a couple of roofing companies and had them get up there to check things out. Independently and within minutes, they each had out their tape measures, which clearly indicated that they were calculating the cost of a replacement roof. Both contractors came down and explained that the hail damage was so bad in spots that the composite was completely gone and we were down to the tar paper.

I understand the whole need to be conservative when one is an insurance adjuster but I would have thought that at least the guy would have gotten on the bloody roof. He "eyeballed" it (is words, not mine) and said that his twenty years in the business have given him a pretty good understanding of what merits a claim and what doesn't.

So, we took the quotes from the roofers to the insurance company and I can tell you, we most definitely have not been IN GOOD HANDS. (insert expletive here)
We originally called about the problem back in April. With all of the shenanigans and generally shitty service, the contractor got to start on the roof just this past Sunday. A leaking roof. THREE MONTHS after the problem was noted.

Last week the forecasters were calling for some pretty foul weather so we postponed starting the repair until the weather looked more favourable. Like this week. Yesterday out of nowhere, with not a single telltale spot on the radar, the sky opened up and biblical proportions of rain came beating down ON THE COMPLETELY EXPOSED ROOF of our rental property.

I have no words.

The contractor called from inside his car to inform us that the sudden downpour was problematic.

Imagine that.

And then, like a poisoned cherry on a spoiled sundae, our renter rang to say that the carpet in the bedroom beside the second bathroom is sopping wet after someone takes a shower.

Oh dear god, please kill me now.

This morning, we woke up to the deep rumble of thunder and the steady drum of rain on the roof. I know that there is a silver lining in here somewhere and the promise of that is the only thing that is stopping me from going seriously freaking postal.