DeeVeeEight
Fast Pedalphile
I hate to always bitch but it is healthy for me to get this shit off of my chest so I am going to let rip again.
I moved on Feb. 19th 2 miles to my new home. About a week and a half before I moved I went online and reserved the biggest u-haul truck I could get, to be available at a local u-haul center. 2 days before the move I get a call from u-haul that the truck is not available but a smaller one at a more distant location is - don't forget that u-haul charges by the mile. So I scramble and find a Ryder truck at the last minute, at least they were professional, expensive, but professional.
The day of the move we get to our new house and there is about 4 inches of mud in the driveway from a contractor who is supposed to be filling in an abandoned cesspool with the pile of dirt he left there, then he dragged it back all over the driveway with his front end loader. We are still tracking in dirt and cleaning daily to this day.
About 4 days after we move in our Greyhound runs off and gets hit by an oil truck, we had to put him down. We would have had the back yard fenced in the first day we were here but the cesspool contractor has had everything all screwed up with piles of mud and dirt. During the trip to the vet with the dog to try and save his life he bit the shit out of me and my hand blew up pretty good. I would do it again (get bitten) a dozen times if it would have saved his life. Later that day I had go to the doctor for a tetanus shot and to get my hand treated.
That night when we come home from our traumatic day I find that the basement in our new house is flooding, contrary to the sellers disclosure statement. I run around for about an hour with my injured hand making little dams to hold the water back. I finally get things under control and settle down for the night. All of our belongings had been moved into the basement so we could unpack at our leisure, now they are wet.
The next morning as my honey is in the shower I go downstairs to find raw sewage pouring out of the toilet in the powder room.
Now the real fun starts....
The plumber arrives and clears the drain, then he sees the sewage pump/pit in the basement and declares it non compliant with local plumbing codes. I find out that I have an improperly installed sewage pump system in the house that I just bought. I also discover that the P.O. silenced the overflow alarm on the sewage pump and that it is failing due to a stuck float. The plumber says "If you can live with it for a few days we can come out next week and fix it but if you want it done this weekend it will cost extra due to weekend rates." I agree to try and work with the system, it needs to be shaken to free up the stuck float. I do this for 2 days and on the second day (Saturday) the float alarm goes off, I shake the unit and the sewage vent pipe snaps. SHIT! LITERALLY! Now I have shit fumes leaking in to my basement. I grab a roll of packing tape left over from the move and I wrap the broken vent pipe, then I call the plumber and pay for the emergency weekend service. At least now I can rest and not have to run in to the basement and shake the pit everytime we use the water. I still need to get estimates to correct the violations so my attorney can demand damages for the code violations.
Before we moved I also called Comcast to transfer our services. The day of the scheduled installation no one shows up. I call Comcast and they have no record of our order. The next day we get the phone and internet hooked up but comcast has my phone which I use for work all screwed up. It takes 2 weeks of repeating myself with comcast before I finally get fed up and call Verizon.
Verizon is as bad as comcast, the same inept morons who don't know shit from shine-ola. 2 weeks and the same dumb ass results so I finally thumb my nose at all of them and get a magic jack - now THAT works just FINE.
The Electrician that I have been referring work to for years comes to my house to straighten out some electrical issues and disappears for a week. Everytime I call him he acts like I am being a nuisance. After waiting 2 weeks I fixed the shit myself. I also ran a sub panel out to the garage, which the electrician was SUPPOSED to give me an estimate for.
My money is good and I don't ask for discounts either. Fuck 'em.
My computer guru - same shit - does not return calls. I finally finish the repairs he started. Fuck him too.
Dish TV - same shit, no one knows who is supposed to do what, where or when. It took them 3 days to do our installation and get it right.
My friend of the family lawyer promised me a meeting this past Friday afternoon and did not follow through and does not return my calls either....:crap:
And in the middle of all of this bullshit our old friend Ralph, our Black Lab-Shepard mix, 14 1/2 years old, had to be put down.
Now I have stopped the leaks in the basement and waterproofed and restored the walls. A few more coats of spackle and we will be ready for paint. I have scrubbed, cleaned, deodorized and disinfected the powder room several times so that the sick-sweet smell of sewage is finally gone. I have fenced in the entire back yard so our remaining 3 dogs will have a safe haven. I threw the cesspool contractor off of the property when he finally showed up and I cleaned up his mess, as well as finishing the filling in of the cesspool. Next week the landscaper is SUPPOSED to show up and restore the damages to the yard from the cesspool contractor (money was escrowed at settlement for this).
Today I took the 'Vette out for a ride and enjoyed the 70 plus degrees of Spring air.
Sometimes life throws a bunch of shit at you, sometimes you gotta throw it back. Hopefully now I can start enjoying life again. Moving was not supposed to be like this.....:surrender:
The attorney I hired to represent me on this transaction has been hearing it all, he's a good guy too - he says to me "It seems if it wasn't for bad luck you would have no luck at all."
:twitch:
I moved on Feb. 19th 2 miles to my new home. About a week and a half before I moved I went online and reserved the biggest u-haul truck I could get, to be available at a local u-haul center. 2 days before the move I get a call from u-haul that the truck is not available but a smaller one at a more distant location is - don't forget that u-haul charges by the mile. So I scramble and find a Ryder truck at the last minute, at least they were professional, expensive, but professional.
The day of the move we get to our new house and there is about 4 inches of mud in the driveway from a contractor who is supposed to be filling in an abandoned cesspool with the pile of dirt he left there, then he dragged it back all over the driveway with his front end loader. We are still tracking in dirt and cleaning daily to this day.
About 4 days after we move in our Greyhound runs off and gets hit by an oil truck, we had to put him down. We would have had the back yard fenced in the first day we were here but the cesspool contractor has had everything all screwed up with piles of mud and dirt. During the trip to the vet with the dog to try and save his life he bit the shit out of me and my hand blew up pretty good. I would do it again (get bitten) a dozen times if it would have saved his life. Later that day I had go to the doctor for a tetanus shot and to get my hand treated.
That night when we come home from our traumatic day I find that the basement in our new house is flooding, contrary to the sellers disclosure statement. I run around for about an hour with my injured hand making little dams to hold the water back. I finally get things under control and settle down for the night. All of our belongings had been moved into the basement so we could unpack at our leisure, now they are wet.
The next morning as my honey is in the shower I go downstairs to find raw sewage pouring out of the toilet in the powder room.
Now the real fun starts....
The plumber arrives and clears the drain, then he sees the sewage pump/pit in the basement and declares it non compliant with local plumbing codes. I find out that I have an improperly installed sewage pump system in the house that I just bought. I also discover that the P.O. silenced the overflow alarm on the sewage pump and that it is failing due to a stuck float. The plumber says "If you can live with it for a few days we can come out next week and fix it but if you want it done this weekend it will cost extra due to weekend rates." I agree to try and work with the system, it needs to be shaken to free up the stuck float. I do this for 2 days and on the second day (Saturday) the float alarm goes off, I shake the unit and the sewage vent pipe snaps. SHIT! LITERALLY! Now I have shit fumes leaking in to my basement. I grab a roll of packing tape left over from the move and I wrap the broken vent pipe, then I call the plumber and pay for the emergency weekend service. At least now I can rest and not have to run in to the basement and shake the pit everytime we use the water. I still need to get estimates to correct the violations so my attorney can demand damages for the code violations.
Before we moved I also called Comcast to transfer our services. The day of the scheduled installation no one shows up. I call Comcast and they have no record of our order. The next day we get the phone and internet hooked up but comcast has my phone which I use for work all screwed up. It takes 2 weeks of repeating myself with comcast before I finally get fed up and call Verizon.
Verizon is as bad as comcast, the same inept morons who don't know shit from shine-ola. 2 weeks and the same dumb ass results so I finally thumb my nose at all of them and get a magic jack - now THAT works just FINE.
The Electrician that I have been referring work to for years comes to my house to straighten out some electrical issues and disappears for a week. Everytime I call him he acts like I am being a nuisance. After waiting 2 weeks I fixed the shit myself. I also ran a sub panel out to the garage, which the electrician was SUPPOSED to give me an estimate for.
My money is good and I don't ask for discounts either. Fuck 'em.
My computer guru - same shit - does not return calls. I finally finish the repairs he started. Fuck him too.
Dish TV - same shit, no one knows who is supposed to do what, where or when. It took them 3 days to do our installation and get it right.
My friend of the family lawyer promised me a meeting this past Friday afternoon and did not follow through and does not return my calls either....:crap:
And in the middle of all of this bullshit our old friend Ralph, our Black Lab-Shepard mix, 14 1/2 years old, had to be put down.
Now I have stopped the leaks in the basement and waterproofed and restored the walls. A few more coats of spackle and we will be ready for paint. I have scrubbed, cleaned, deodorized and disinfected the powder room several times so that the sick-sweet smell of sewage is finally gone. I have fenced in the entire back yard so our remaining 3 dogs will have a safe haven. I threw the cesspool contractor off of the property when he finally showed up and I cleaned up his mess, as well as finishing the filling in of the cesspool. Next week the landscaper is SUPPOSED to show up and restore the damages to the yard from the cesspool contractor (money was escrowed at settlement for this).
Today I took the 'Vette out for a ride and enjoyed the 70 plus degrees of Spring air.
Sometimes life throws a bunch of shit at you, sometimes you gotta throw it back. Hopefully now I can start enjoying life again. Moving was not supposed to be like this.....:surrender:
The attorney I hired to represent me on this transaction has been hearing it all, he's a good guy too - he says to me "It seems if it wasn't for bad luck you would have no luck at all."
:twitch:
