Another Katrina Update
It's been months since I last updated anyone (pretty much including my family) on the hurricane Katrina progress. Well, turns out, THERE IS NO PROGRESS.
Last summer, we hired a contractor to work on our Ocean Springs, MS., house that was destroyed in Katrina. The house was supposed to be finished by the end of August. Didn't happen. Then, it was supposed to be done by the end of November. Nada. Then the end of Feb. Again, nope. In the mean time, we had an offer on the house that was contingent upon the contractor finishing by the end of April. The deal fell through because the contractor couldn't do it.
We were fed all kinds of excuses from shortage of supplies to lost workers to the county being backed up for inspections.
To make a long story short, we were lied to the entire time. We just found out that NOTHING has been done to the house. It looks the same today as it did the day of the hurricane (minus the moldy contents,) nearly two years agao. The contractor has walked away with the money we paid him, and cost us sales, taxes, and mortgage payments. Yes, we're still making payments on a house that can't be lived in.
Fortunately, the guy is bonded, so we're going to file a claim against his insurance company. Our realtor is working on his end to gather evidence and alert the local media, because this guy needs to lose his license. I am SO mad. How many other people has he done this to? What kind of sicko takes advantage of people who lost everything and are trying to scrape their lives back together? We're the lucky ones; we're not living in tents and trailers while we're waiting for the house to be finished. But there are people who are.
ARGH!!!!!
So now we're moving into legalities, which is going to cost us time, money, and probably, mental stability. On top of that, now we have to find a new contractor and start this process all over again.
Sometimes it feels like this nightmare is never going to end. That contractor is SO going in my next demon book. As someone's meal. 
He will be sorry he ever took a penny. And yes, serve him up as someone’s breakfast.
