It constantly amazes me how our brains work when it comes to real estate. Sometimes I see things but more often than not, I find myself wondering how on earth I missed things. Let me give you an example.
When we first looked at this house before making an offer, there was a broken window in the dining room that the owner assured that he would get fixed before we moved in. When we made our final inspection, the window (an inner storm window) had been removed from the frame and was leaning against the dining room wall and the owner assured me that it was getting fixed before we moved.
When we moved, the broken window had been put back into the window but was still broken. I wasn't surprised so I removed it and took it down to the local glass shop to be fixed. It was just a single pane of glass with an aluminum edging all around it. I thought it would be fixed by the end of the day by reasonable shops.
After two and a half weeks of repeated calls and being told at how difficult it was to fix, I finally was able to pick it up. But when I got home and tried putting it in the window, it wouldn't fit. I took it out and measured it and found that the diagonal measurements were 3/16" off, i.e. the window wasn't square. After debating what to do, I put the window back in and after some finageling, got it to a point where it was just shy of fitting by about a 1/16" in one corner. The window being long and skinny had a lot of flex to it so I thought that if I were to get a putty knife into the corner and flex it just so, I might be able to get it into place. Long story short, the window broke again.
So I took it back to the shop, explained how it wasn't cut square and was told that I would get it back by that afternoon. I did receive a phone call an hour later from the owner who said that it should have flexed into place and that it not being square shouldn't have made a difference at all. In the end, he said he would fix the situation and this time send one of his men to insure that it was installed correctly. Another two weeks later, the man finally showed up.
First thing I did was measure the newly fixed inner storm window to see that it was 3/16" out of square leading me to believe their glass cutter isn't cutting square. The man sent with the window struggled with a putty knife to get the window in just like I had and several times I winced at the sounds of crash under stress but eventually he did get it in place and intact. I was happy to have that job done.
That was fixing something I had seen right off the bat before we had even bought the place. Several days after that window had been crossed off my list, a squeegee with telescoping handle appeared at my door step. It allows me to clean the windows on the north side of the house with ease instead of trying to suspend myself off the back side of an extension ladder and lean in enough to clean all five feet of the windows. It worked well but in the process of cleaning all the windows, I discovered that I have not one but two more windows that are broken. One is another inner pane on the garage that is cracked and the second one is in the soon to be nursery and is the outer pane. It is completely gone except for a few jagged shards still clinging to the sides of the casing. It is the more serious of the two since we do plan on heating the nursery this winter and because it is the outside pane, all the moisture can rain in on the inside pain and rot the window wood and/or leak to the inside of the house. *Sigh*
Now I am on the hunt for a different glass repair shop.