I handed my house key to Mr. O; the unexperienced contractor that my family has decided to lead the renovation of my house.
“Me. O,” I said. “Here’s the key to my house. I expect you to be a good one for me; I’ll give you the money every day, please handle the money wisely. We have four days to get this done. I trust a team to work under you, please be a good leader for them. Now I’m gonna show you the condition of the house you’ll be working on.” He nodded proudly and we entered the house for inspection.
“There are four holes on the ceiling, when it rains, it drips. There is hobo hiding in the attic, he eats my food in the fridge and wear my slippers when I’m not around. He does not clean nor pay rent. I want him gone.” Mr. O nodded and made a note. I continued, “The fence that borders my property and my neighbour’s need to be fixed, and please call the exterminator to get rids of the rats too”. Again, he nodded and said all would be taken care of, that I had his promise.
The following morning I came back with the money and I noticed the holes were still there. “Don’t worry” he assured me, “I inherited this project due to the last contractor’s mess, it will not be fixed overnight. It’s not my fault, it is the old contractor’s fault.” While assuring me that all would be taken care of, he grabbed the money and start calling his team to look around. I noticed there were large group of people. “Who are these men?” I asked out of curiosity. “They are my pals, we share the same ideas and plans. The old contractor you had was a dumbo and now we have a major cleaning to do. I hire a bunch of my friends, my trusted friends, they know me well and will work for me. Now I will need a bigger budget to make your dream house happens.”
I dug deeper into my pocket and found some change. “Mr. O, here are my last pennies. Get rid of the hobo, kill the rats, fix the border, close the holes. This house means so much to me” He smiled widely like a used car salesman and said with confidence, “don’t worry, we are making progress!”
Second and third days, he called every morning asking if I could get a loan to justify his ever-growing budget to fix my house. I sold my car, my dog and my last pair of shoes. “We are making progress, Miss,” he said proudly, “I call more people to work for me to clean the mess and fix the house.”
The final day I came and look at my house. There were now nine holes on the ceiling. When it rained it no longer dripped. It poured. I found the hobo sitting in my lazy-boy couch drinking my beer wearing my favorite pair of jeans. He grinned and waved at me. The fence is no longer exist; instead, I found my neighbors and their kids having a barbeque and picking up apples in my backyard. Rats were dancing in the kitchen. Mr. O’s team grew into a large group and they were all sitting in the shade with their sunglasses on, eating pizza by the porch with a music blaring from one car’s stereo.
“Mr O!” I screamed. “What is this mess? It was much messier now since you are in charge of this project. What happened here? How come there are more holes, why did you still let the hobo wander around and where the heck is my fence?” He patted my shoulder sympathetically and calmly said, “Miss, this is not my fault! You gave me this mess to fix and we’re making progress. Stay with me for another four days and I’ll make your hopes come true.”
I stared at him. “If you can’t fix it, don’t add more mess to it. It started with four holes, you made another five. You used up all my money to feed your pals and nothing gets done. Now I’m broke and my house is trashed. Why do you think I still trust you?” He dusted off a dirt off his elbow and smiled, “because we are making progress. The next contractor will do worse than me. ”
“Mr. O..” I sighed, “You are fired. I best take my chance to hire someone new. I saw how you operated and did not like it. You obviously did not deliver your promises. I’ll take a bet with new guy”. His face went jaded. “And you know what, Mr O, if this new guy does crappy job too, I surely will fire him as well. You got your chance and you blew it. Now give me the key back and outta here.”