Feb. 9th, 2006

neadods: (disgusted)
I bought a chainsaw and worried at the wood for a bit yesterday; I've now lost my chainsaw virginity (but no other body parts). However, it's not as easy as it looks, and while one of those chunks has several deep cuts in it, I was completely unsuccessful in actually splitting the bugger.

That may not be an issue, though. The head Guy Next Door came over last night, SWEARING that the wood will be gone by Friday. (They're dealing with it the old-fashioned college way - finding time off from their jobs so they can all swarm it and move it with sheer determination). He also paid me in full in cash.

So why the title?

Because the sewer in my basement backed up again. I certainly wasn't going to call Roto-Rooter after *last* time, so I called "Night or Day" plumber. Who was very polite, responsive, showed up almost right away... and after running 170' of snake had to give up, billed me $540, and called in the WSSC emergency line.

So that's twice I've called (and paid for) plumbers who didn't actually do the job. That's a big pisser (especially when I've just pissed away that much money!) but what REALLY makes me want to howl? As I write this the next morning when I should be at work, the WSSC plumber is still down in my basement trying to get his stuck equipment out of my sewer!! They're talking about how there's a broken pipe across the street and they may have to rip the street up to get their stuff out and fix it. And I can't leave until their stuff is out of my house, of course.

At least this time my toilet hasn't been unbolted and shoved into my shower stall for no reason again. And the WSSC very dismissively says that if I submit the plumber's bill they might help with it, BUT there was a previous "committal on the line" whatever that means, which means I should have called them directly, except that during the whole Roto-disaster last time no one MENTIONED this pertinent fact, so naturally I called for a friggin' plumber...

I'm not sure what's infuriating me more at this point, having been without drains for (checks clock) 15 hours or literally tossing half a grand down the sewer.

Decisions

Feb. 9th, 2006 12:23 pm
neadods: (Default)
I'm bone-weary, I'm depressed, most of my clothing is covered in wood chips, and I'm out five hundred bucks. And I can't figure out what to do 48 hours from now. There's what I want to do, what I ought to do, and what I have the strength to do - and right now, that's three separate concepts.

So, a poll which I make no promises to actually follow:

[Poll #669865]

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