EVERY damned time they come here, they blow crap with that goddamned blower straight down into our basement. We put boards and everything on the door to keep the stuff from going underneath and down there, and they just blow it all over, and right down the stairs. We put tape all around the door inside, heavy duty duct tape, air craft on ground tape, you name it..it just blows right through.
Last autumn, it cost us almost five hundred dollars, because the cats got fleas from the dirt that came in. They're 100% lifelong indoor. THIS is their only exposure to outdoor dirt. SLIPPERS are worn in the home past the porch, which is separated by a massive door with a tight seal.
There is now a ton of crap going all over my landing, and straight down the stairs. A regular wind doesn't do that. Hell, I doubt a hurricane would..but that goddamn blower right up against the door will.
They have been told. EVERY time, they've been told. The first time, nicely. The second time, reasonably nicely. This is like the tenth time, and after the boards fell down, waking me up by sounding like someone breaking the hell in? The bastard has the nerve to hesitate on his name, tell me it's Jose (Right...), tell me the manager isn't here (Probably isn't...), and when asked to clean it up? Tells me, it looks dirty, it must have been that way. I was civil to that point..I was like..OH NO YOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT...he just turns on the blower, and walks away.
I try to call the number on their truck? It's out of service. I have mobility problems, and it's my parents' home. I don't know what the hell to do now, because neither of them can effectively clean basement stairs like that, as one's got breathing problems, and the other might fall. They've also been made aware of that every time. Shit. Maybe I can get someone to get the hand vac to work, and go from the bottom up. At least, I probably won't fall.
Usually, they respond a bit better to my Dad, who believe me doesn't stay civil half as long. I swear to GOD they timed it so he wouldn't be here. One was here this morning, mowing and all. THEN they come back.
I am so mad I could just scream. These are the same morons who've put pesticide on the lawn after being told every time not to, and cut flowers and bushes to the ground if given half a chance. If there were any way that any of us could still do this ourselves, we SO would. GOD, it's frustrating.
Thank you for giving me a place to rant.