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Oh for fuck's sake...
Mar. 7th, 2009 07:05 pmJust once, just ONCE, mind you, I'd like a job to go smoothly. I don't think I'm asking to damned much there, I'm not asking for 24/7 perfection. Just one fucking job.
*pounds head on the wall* SO, the toilet in the trailer was the original piece and was half plastic. Not good when dealing with the mass represented by the cabbit. So a replacement toilet is purchased for a staggering $300.00. Yes, that pained squeal you just heard was my not-yet-received state tax return wailing as it's gutted and thrown into the fire. But it's an ADA compliant unit with the industrial strength turboflush that I need. Chair height, they call it. Good for aging knees. Also located were the lines and valves for the job. We thought.
It gets loaded into the truck (Tommy and Kelly, with me looking on and feeling useless) and away we go back to the trailer. The two guys get the new unit into the living room, and Tommy heads back to remove the old unit.
The old flange bolts collapse into dust when he tries to pull the wingnuts. I hear the 'uh oh' and realize that once again we're going to be hauled through the gauntlet. The old tank comes off without further issue. And then the cursing starts. To give a bit of background, my brother-in-law was raised Catholic... it takes a fairly major thing going wrong before he starts dropping f-bombs like they're drops of water. At this point I put my head in my hands and start praying.
Some time in the distant past, the wax sealing ring at the base of the old toilet disintegrated. At about that same time someone decided to not fix it right, instead caulking around the base of the toilet to hide the fact that it was leaking. In order to fix it -right-, 90% of the bathroom needs to be yanked so the floor can be replaced. Yes, replaced. For the moment it can be patched, though, until the money comes back to let me replace the bathtub with a shower. At that point we'll replace the entire floor. So the patch gets put into place, the new wax ring gets put into place, the toilet gets bolted down... and discover that the water line is a non-standard size, and that none of the fittings we have will work.
And that, my darlings, is where the job stands. We've all retreated to our respective holes to lick our wounds. And tomorrow we'll try this shit again, and maybe it'll come together. Maybe. I'm going to go make myself something to eat and try not to rant any further.
Just once. Apparently it's too much to ask.
*pounds head on the wall* SO, the toilet in the trailer was the original piece and was half plastic. Not good when dealing with the mass represented by the cabbit. So a replacement toilet is purchased for a staggering $300.00. Yes, that pained squeal you just heard was my not-yet-received state tax return wailing as it's gutted and thrown into the fire. But it's an ADA compliant unit with the industrial strength turboflush that I need. Chair height, they call it. Good for aging knees. Also located were the lines and valves for the job. We thought.
It gets loaded into the truck (Tommy and Kelly, with me looking on and feeling useless) and away we go back to the trailer. The two guys get the new unit into the living room, and Tommy heads back to remove the old unit.
The old flange bolts collapse into dust when he tries to pull the wingnuts. I hear the 'uh oh' and realize that once again we're going to be hauled through the gauntlet. The old tank comes off without further issue. And then the cursing starts. To give a bit of background, my brother-in-law was raised Catholic... it takes a fairly major thing going wrong before he starts dropping f-bombs like they're drops of water. At this point I put my head in my hands and start praying.
Some time in the distant past, the wax sealing ring at the base of the old toilet disintegrated. At about that same time someone decided to not fix it right, instead caulking around the base of the toilet to hide the fact that it was leaking. In order to fix it -right-, 90% of the bathroom needs to be yanked so the floor can be replaced. Yes, replaced. For the moment it can be patched, though, until the money comes back to let me replace the bathtub with a shower. At that point we'll replace the entire floor. So the patch gets put into place, the new wax ring gets put into place, the toilet gets bolted down... and discover that the water line is a non-standard size, and that none of the fittings we have will work.
And that, my darlings, is where the job stands. We've all retreated to our respective holes to lick our wounds. And tomorrow we'll try this shit again, and maybe it'll come together. Maybe. I'm going to go make myself something to eat and try not to rant any further.
Just once. Apparently it's too much to ask.
