Painting is a neverending story… — logbook Toyota Carina E, 1997
As they say - I want to take this opportunity ... I want to apologize to all my friends and acquaintances for snapping and losing my temper at the words - "well, did you make a wheelbarrow chtol?" ... After reading further, you will understand the reason for this behavior
... chronology of events)
-July 9 (Friday) ... I arrive at the "station" (read - garage service), which was suggested by a friend, such as dudes are adequate, they work well and for a reasonable loot ... I communicate with the local foreman Marat, I show the car. The first question is to do it for sale or for myself, I’m naturally for myself, the answer is I understand, we’ll do everything right ... I show all the shoals and other small things on the bodywork that need to be fixed and after 10 minutes they voiced the verdict to me - work 17 tyr + paint 7-9 tyr, in terms of time - 4 days ... The number of days, of course, surprised me a little, but at first I didn’t attach any importance, because the key issue at that time was the financial issue that suited me ... Once again they said all the points and clapped my hands - on Monday I drive car to work!
-July 10 (Saturday) - I’m going to the police station to get permission for repainting, and in half a day I get what I want ... I’ll write off this item later ... -July
12 (Monday) ... handles, glass and other garbage, which one fig must be removed before painting. An hour later I hand over the car keys to Marat, having previously learned that it will take 3 days to prepare the body and 1 day to paint. The dude promises to keep me up to date, and I'm off to go home ...
-July 15 (Thursday)… Painful waiting for a call… There is no call… With an opportunity I get to the “service†to see how things are going there… The first surprise is that things are not going and did not go at all… To Marat, what’s the matter then? Well, he somehow more or less truthfully excused himself, and swore he promised that today they would start cooking, sanding, smearing and all that. I’m wondering at the same time how much paint is needed, and when to bring it, the answer is, after 2 days bring such and such amount of substrate and so much mother-of-pearl ... I roll off ... -July
17 (Saturday) ... I bring the cherished paint ... By the way, the colorist was surprised that such a small amount they want to cover the whole car, well, to hell with it, everything is nearby, so you can always buy more, anything can happen. Inspection of the car - it is matted, but not all of it ... Marat in the next box is picking some kind of basin ...
I- What is happening then?
M- Eyes on the floor, indistinct muttering ...
I- Dude, we didn’t meet the promised deadlines, and the preparatory work is like shit behind the bathhouse! It's stinging me, it's necessary to bring down to Moscow, orders are on fire! When are you going to start painting it? How many more days do you need?
M- Sorry, the painter got sick, that's why the delay ... Tomorrow morning I will personally take care of your car and prepare the body ...
I- I'm waiting for a call and finally, keep me informed!
M- Good.
I'm heading home in a bad mood...
Then there are calls (from my side, of course), some leftist excuses, oaths, swearing, hassle ... A shitty dream, all on my nerves, heat, fucked up weekends in nature ...
-July 23 (Friday) - Visit after the next phrase - "Everything is fine - work is going on." There is no trust in the words anymore ... Marat is again near someone else's car, up to his ears in fuel oil ... I go to the box car, they sanded it, smeared it with soil - well, really ept ?! The bumpers are in their original form - no one touched ... Again, disassembly, swearing, bleating and another postponement until tomorrow ... -July
24 (Saturday) - The painter did appear and I help him to paste over the car, because for these 2 weeks my hands missed work, and stupidly there is nothing to do ... Aliluya eptyt - is there really going to be a holiday on my street? I am voicing Marat the deadline until Thursday, because on Saturday I already have to be in Moscow. Until August 7, you need to have time to earn money and return, maybe a friend has a wedding ...
-July 27 (Tuesday)… A visit in the morning, a boxcar stands doused with a substrate and mother-of-pearl lies on the openings… At the sight of a new color, all the negativity disappears, and I already begin to believe in a brighter future… The promise to paint everything by night does not arouse suspicion… For the first time in 2 weeks I’m going home with high spirits…
-July 28 (Wednesday) ... I arrive without a call and then it turns out that miraculously those first 500 grams of mother-of-pearl were only enough to paint over the openings ... That is, on the eve of this it was not clear, and it’s not fate to call me ... Holding back psychosis, I am interested in solving the problem , the amount of paint needed and, again, the timing ... If there is paint, you can pick it up the next day. Ok, I’m calling the colorist and ordering another 1200 grams of mother-of-pearl - “Come, we’ll name it†... I arrived, took it, sheathed the loot, gave it away, went home ... 700 pearls, because what I brought in the morning, everything went to the body, but there is not enough for the bumper with mirrors ... BLAAAAAAAAAA ... Call the colorist (already starting to beat in hysterics), pull off a friend in the car, pick it up, cover the loot, take it home, beer, crazy day,
-July 29 (Day X)… described in detail here www.drive2.ru/cars/toyota…4062246863888473221/#post
Again ordering paint for the last loot - the amount is already deducted from the price of the work, saying everything I think about their skill, Olympian calm, eyes on the floor, cursing the day when he turned to such brain-fucks, honest eyes and a promise to fix everything ... To Moscow I don’t get any more with all my desire ... A promise in front of witnesses that on August 7 I will be at a friend’s wedding in MY NORMALLY PAINTED CAR ... -
August 5 (Thursday, deadline) ... Again there is not enough pearl ... I don’t swear anymore - I used up all the words ... Call the colorist is already beating in ecstasy and is ready to strangle these craftsmen herself ... By the evening the verdict - there is no paint in the city and will be at best on Tuesday ...
August 5-6 ... Quiet obscenity, a look at the ceiling, apathy, depression, alcohol ...
- August 7 ... Wedding, stuffy banquet hall instead of the promised air-conditioned paradise, cognac-shampoo-wine-cognac, banter over the toastmaster, swelling with shampoo and something else after the banquet, morning, dry land, beer for dinner, wedding day 2-evening, barbecue, warm beer, swimming in the Volga, pouring swill of sad thoughts, In principle, a well-spent weekend and a swollen face on Monday morning ... -August
12 (Thursday) ... Paint in the morning, a promise to do everything by night ... Evening call
- how are you ?
- everything is fine, we paint tomorrow ...
I don’t remember the words except for the phrase, “Are you
fucking kidding me?†... -August 13 (Friday) ... SMS to Marat - “when?â€.
A call from him:
- Come in the morning ...
- Is the car ready?
— almost
— What the fuck does almost mean?
- We haven’t applied the varnish yet, come in the morning, take a look and then we’ll lacquer ...
Clogged at 9 in the morning ... -August
14 (what the hell is the day of the week?) ... Again, a kilogram of pearl is missing ... The hood is painted in a box and looks more like an 80th sandpaper , the rest, more or less, I wanted to roll out into the sun but didn’t ... Poking my nose into the hood, waiting for reasonable proposals to solve the problem, a complete loss in space and time and the phrase “I don’t know how to make a good car anymore†... I
gave it until the evening - I’m waiting a call with a constructive proposal, if there is no call, a call to the holders of the "service" and a conversation on "concepts" regarding the punishment of this asshole, and other punitive measures ...
I will write all the conclusions, considerations and work on the bugs in the next article ...
Went to swell on a friend's birthday ...
Thanks! Luck certainly does not hurt, and I hope that this is the first and last trouble with the car.
Your patience deserves respect.
Not everyone could endure so much. Surprisingly even, Bol-in would have already come to assault. Although, it won’t really solve anything, except that it will become easier on the soul ...
Good luck with Karina.
I'm convinced of this for the thousandth time already ... We will acquire useful skills and tools - they will definitely not remain idle :)
PS Good luck dude :)
It's really true: if you want quality, do it yourself.
PS: Tomorrow I'm going to fix stocks in my car … 5 more days to walk.
I had a similar case, the master generally ran away and did not appear for a month. Found, in the end everything was done. Now I only do it with trusted people. In this case, the master is 100% success. Good luck with finishing your work.
I offered you to anally punish those artisans with a silencer? Didn't do it right away!
And don't say... Attitude to work just kills. Well, nothing, word of mouth works very well, and I will provide them with high-quality "PR" with all passwords-appearances.
As for the quality of painting, then, based on personal observations made, there are 2 options:
1- contact an even more expensive, but official office, with which all relations must be clearly recorded on paper, in which all the nuances, numbers will be written, deadlines, and most importantly, the responsibility of the contractor for the delay and other things get along.
2- look for a normal painter (which is very difficult), and be present at all processes.
PS Morning communication with the director of these mind-fuckers gave the information that at the moment the car should be completed … I stopped believing in words a long time ago, so in a couple of hours I'll go see everything in person.
hmm ... I read it, let it through myself ... and I was shocked. do they really still exist and work ... even a Cossack doesn’t deserve such an attitude ... but I’m also going to repaint in bright white ... in Tomsk they counted from 40 to 100 tyrs for a full painting ... and if they paint it like that ... then ... to be honest, there’s no anger limit. You make such a candy, and put sticks in the wheels ... after about the same clutch replacements in childhood, and another repair of my parent's car, I learned to do everything myself, and dragged my dad into it. But unfortunately I could not master the painting of cars. the rest is absolutely self. I am still amazed at the masters in services: I recently found out that I need to unsolder, rinse and then solder the radiator, and they have a price list for UAZ, GAZ, VAZ 1000 rubles, JEEP, foreign car - from 3x. I come and say that with the old grandfather's GAZ 69 ... and for 1000 rubles I get the result. In the same way, we paint like a Lexus one price, and a Muscovite - another, although I think that the iron is the same, and the quality should be the same. IMHO.
Scribe, I probably could not stand it, took the car as it is and went to paint in another place. There is no confidence that in the end they will do the right thing ...
Tin of course! You need to have your master in reserve, thank God I have one and it doesn’t take much and does it well! What do you wish!
these painters are all such assholes and drunks, I also got one uncle Zhenya painted my thresholds and bumper for almost a month, as a result, now the paint is peeling off in places, and then I had to go to the wedding without a bumper, I control them all myself every day need something.