Let the Joy rain down upon thee, after the incompetent roofing company does a sub-standard job on your new roofing project. Bathe in said Joy, until you have been covered from head to toe, dripping wet while you contemplate drowning yourself in the pool of Joy provided, once again, by ACME Incompetence Inc. Thanks!

Woke up this morning after a heavy rain (we have been in a drought for a couple of months) to find bubbling paint and a puddle of water on my new wood floor. Since we have not had much rain since the roofing project was completed, this has gone unnoticed until now (thanks A.I. Inc.!). This is in addition to the newly installed gutter above our balcony leaking onto our faccia boards and vents, which I have been trying to get them to fix for months.

Ok, A.I. Inc, is this not your only job; your cup of tea? Don't you do this for a living? How can there be so many problems yet so little follow through? This is my home, goddamnit! You are slowing causing damage to the structure of my house. But you don't seem to care, do you? I bet you will tell me it is somehow my fault, or that it is too late now as the project was completed months ago and I am only reporting the problem now. Well, you fucking geniuses, since we are in a drought, there has not been much rain; ergo no sign of a leak until now. Understand? You've already been out twice to 'fix' the gutter issue, with the same ass-sucking results. Now, we have a new problem. Good thing our condo association still owes you $80K, which they will use as leverage to get you to finish the job correctly.

UPDATE:

Just got a call from the property manager, and she is pissed. She is opening a can of ass-bleeding Joy, heating it up in the microwave, and will be serving to you shortly. Paul, of A.I. Inc., you wanted to blow me off and move onto your next job, didn't you? You thought I would just let it go, or forget about it (hard to do when you are standing in a puddle of water in your dining room)?

(To the tune of the Bud Light commercial song): Well, this Bud Light is for you Mr. Substandard-Work-Non-Customer-Service-Oriented-No-Follow-Though-Dipshit. You take already bad workmanship, and bring it down to a new level. While some companies say, "How may I exceed your expectations today?" you scoff, and reply, "Our customer service can only go up from here, but no thanks!" (gotta-make-the-money). If awards were given out for poor customer service, you would have a Pulitzer trophy in a display case, next to your Mr. Hanky sculpture for being the winner of the Advancement of Shitty Workmanship. Congratulations to you Paul, for your lackluster performance in your chosen career field. (Mr. Substandard-Work-Non-Customer-Service-Oriented-No-Follow-Though-DIiiiiip-shIIiiiiiit).