Work on the bathroom has stopped again.

Monday morning I was getting over a bout of food poisoning and didn't call Jose Gonzales or E. Ponce as I had for the past two weeks. At nine am I was resting and texting my friend Lisa in San Antonio, so I know the phone did not ring and no one rang the bell or knocked on the door. When I got up to go to the bathroom, I found E. Ponce there. I was alarmed. I told him, loudly that he could not come in with out knocking. He said he has spoken to Bernardo. I said I did not care. I still had a right to be informed that someone was in the apartment. He could have should have knocked. He said he had a key to the apartment. I said he still had to knock. he said, "Ok then. I will take everything.", gesturing in a way that seemed to say he would remove the tiles from the floor. There wasn't much else to take. We still had no sink.