How many fucking people doesn't it take to get a god damn plumbing job done?
Incoming rant.
The entire house has been clogged up since about 4pm Thursday. Anytime anyone flushes a toilet, uses a sink, shower, laundry, anything involving water going down a drain, it will come up through my shower drain. That night, I called out a plumber to fix it, only for them to not be able to locate where the main clean out pipe thing is. If they can't find it, they can't fix it, unless they do some crazy extensive shit that will cost 1300 bucks. Fuck that.
I called a second plumber the next morning. They looked for it, they also couldn't find it. They offered other options, all expensive and won't get the actual job fixed. Fuck that.
I live in a gated community, so I called the company that more or less governs the area. They gave me a number to "the builders", whatever the fuck that is. I called them, and they gave me the number to the plumber who actually worked on the piping system when the house was built 10 years ago. He was busy, so he came late in the afternoon. Go fucking figure, he couldn't find it either. But at least he had the tools and information to know how to find it, cause he had the floor plan to the house or w/e. But he had to come out later on to find it.
So far, 0/3 on plumbers, and my house, more specifically, my bedroom, smells like shit. Literally. I walked up and down the street to see if I could find any clues on where it could be. I got some good hints by looking around other houses and all over their front yard, so I tried to find it myself. I tore apart some fucking bushes for 20 minutes and dug around, but no luck. I had to leave for work, so I felt it up to my brother and girlfriend to try to finish the job, to contact whoever they need to, to get it fixed.
Somehow, that was a mistake. About 2 hours into work, I get a text, saying that the third plumber came back with the floor plan and found the main clean out pipe thing. Go fucking figure, it was right were I was digging. I just didn't dig deep enough. With this found, I expected either my girlfriend or my brother to call back the second plumber to get him out to the house. Turns out, they end up not talking to each other (my brother and my girlfriend), and nothing gets done. My brother leaves the house to watch a movie, and my girlfriend is uncomfortable being home alone if the plumber did come, so she left the house too.
So now no one is home. Does no one fucking care enough to take a shit in their own god damn toilet? Or to take a shower, do the dishes, anything?? I left work an hour early (6 hour shift, cut down to 5) with my boss' permission and came home to an empty house. By this time, it was 9:00 (an hour ago from right now). I found the clean out pipe thing, called the plumber, and they called me back with an appointment for tomorrow morning.
Why the fuck can't people get this done? Do I have to hold hands? Do I have to be the central communication point between everyone? Does no one give a fuck?
Sigh. This should get fixed first thing in the morning. As soon as it does, I'm going to beat everyone's ass for not making any real effort in doing it themselves. More so my brother than girlfriend. She at least called twice of what she tells me. But my brother told me that he didn't have any plans for the day, but then all of a sudden leaves my girlfriend behind without any real warning, and goes out to watch a movie.
Whatever. I've been so fucking frustrated over this whole god damn situation. Three plumbers all can't fix the problem. It pretty much took the blueprints to even start on the job, but then it's too late in the evening, and we get to sleep in a shit-clogged house for another night.
Great effort, guys.
End rant.
Incoming rant.
The entire house has been clogged up since about 4pm Thursday. Anytime anyone flushes a toilet, uses a sink, shower, laundry, anything involving water going down a drain, it will come up through my shower drain. That night, I called out a plumber to fix it, only for them to not be able to locate where the main clean out pipe thing is. If they can't find it, they can't fix it, unless they do some crazy extensive shit that will cost 1300 bucks. Fuck that.
I called a second plumber the next morning. They looked for it, they also couldn't find it. They offered other options, all expensive and won't get the actual job fixed. Fuck that.
I live in a gated community, so I called the company that more or less governs the area. They gave me a number to "the builders", whatever the fuck that is. I called them, and they gave me the number to the plumber who actually worked on the piping system when the house was built 10 years ago. He was busy, so he came late in the afternoon. Go fucking figure, he couldn't find it either. But at least he had the tools and information to know how to find it, cause he had the floor plan to the house or w/e. But he had to come out later on to find it.
So far, 0/3 on plumbers, and my house, more specifically, my bedroom, smells like shit. Literally. I walked up and down the street to see if I could find any clues on where it could be. I got some good hints by looking around other houses and all over their front yard, so I tried to find it myself. I tore apart some fucking bushes for 20 minutes and dug around, but no luck. I had to leave for work, so I felt it up to my brother and girlfriend to try to finish the job, to contact whoever they need to, to get it fixed.
Somehow, that was a mistake. About 2 hours into work, I get a text, saying that the third plumber came back with the floor plan and found the main clean out pipe thing. Go fucking figure, it was right were I was digging. I just didn't dig deep enough. With this found, I expected either my girlfriend or my brother to call back the second plumber to get him out to the house. Turns out, they end up not talking to each other (my brother and my girlfriend), and nothing gets done. My brother leaves the house to watch a movie, and my girlfriend is uncomfortable being home alone if the plumber did come, so she left the house too.
So now no one is home. Does no one fucking care enough to take a shit in their own god damn toilet? Or to take a shower, do the dishes, anything?? I left work an hour early (6 hour shift, cut down to 5) with my boss' permission and came home to an empty house. By this time, it was 9:00 (an hour ago from right now). I found the clean out pipe thing, called the plumber, and they called me back with an appointment for tomorrow morning.
Why the fuck can't people get this done? Do I have to hold hands? Do I have to be the central communication point between everyone? Does no one give a fuck?
Sigh. This should get fixed first thing in the morning. As soon as it does, I'm going to beat everyone's ass for not making any real effort in doing it themselves. More so my brother than girlfriend. She at least called twice of what she tells me. But my brother told me that he didn't have any plans for the day, but then all of a sudden leaves my girlfriend behind without any real warning, and goes out to watch a movie.
Whatever. I've been so fucking frustrated over this whole god damn situation. Three plumbers all can't fix the problem. It pretty much took the blueprints to even start on the job, but then it's too late in the evening, and we get to sleep in a shit-clogged house for another night.
Great effort, guys.
End rant.
jujubee:
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