And the hits just keep on comin (did I use that title yet?)

Yesterday, I went w/my parents to do another fun site visit. Wanda let my Dad borrow the key to the unit so we could go in, and proceeded to leave for the day before he was able to get it back to her. My father was concerned because we knew the countertops were getting delivered today, and was worried that the contractors would have no way to get in.

Well as it turns out, they must have their own keys, because when I went by before work, they already had the island counter in, and were cutting the opening for the cooktop. Here's where it gets fun.

My dad went by a few minutes ago, to find both countertops installed, however there was a 4" backsplash on the wall that actually wrapped around to the bathroom wall. What's fun about that you say? Oh I don't know, maybe that I had told EVERY SINGLE F'IN PERSON INVOLVED WITH THIS COUNTERTOP INSTALLATION THAT THERE WAS TO BE NO BACKSPLASH!!!!!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHH! I can't handle it! I just can't handle it anymore.

So now, I have asked my father to pursue the option of taking this godforsaken project as is and finishing it myself. I realize that plumbing and electrical have to be done by a licensed contractor, but everything else I can do myself. These morons will f up every single solitary thing they can before this is all done.