Crap, Crap and More Crap

Ok, I am most definitely NOT amused.  Matter of fat, I am most definitely pissed to the max.  Wanna know what happened?  Sure you do.  Ok, Maybe some of you read my post from a few months ago when I had the 3 Doofuses who came to take out a wall before cladding the air conditioning pipes?  Now, these guys were simply not to be believed.  It took THREE men 45 minutes to remove one piece of drywall.  Remember that?  It was scary it was so pitiful.  Anyway, they got the drywall out then the equally moronic guys came to clad the A/C pipes.

Now, you may remember that there was Doofus and ...yep, Romeo.  Really.  So, Romeo, being a tiny little squirt, hies himself into the wall and up the pipes.  Doofus remains in our unit.  All of a sudden I hear Romeo shout, BRAH!  Dere's  leak in dis pipe!  Crap, I think.  Doofus wants to know where the leak is.  Romeo tells him.  Now, Romeo is far enough above our unit that I can see the bottom of his boots.  Between the 2 of them, they decide with their collective brain cell that they will wrap the leak.  Yep, wrap the leak.  Who lets these guys out in public?

I immediately hie my shocked self to the front office where I tell the manager what is ensuing.  I even go so far as to say, Dimitri, you can't just WRAP a leak! He says he'll take care of it.  FOOL that I am, I believe him.  He tells me the leak is fixed and the ever-wonderful Charlie drywalls the cut out wall and I paint.  Life is good.

Fast forward to yesterday.  I am talking to my Hunnibunni and go to have a gander at our new bathroom.  You know... the one that has the possessed faucet?  THAT bathroom.  Holy shit!  There is WATER on the floor by our a/c pipes.  The carpeting is wet.  I can hear my wine screeching at me!  Screeching, I tell you!

I tear apart our a/c to find that the padding on the bottom of it is soaking wet but the a/c pan is bone dry.  We haven't used our a/c since last summer.  I immediately hear, in my mind, the ever awful Romeo shouting about the leak.  Romeo is shouting, my wine is shouting, I am thinking about a nervous breakdown.  However, New York chick does NOT break down.  She does, however, drink lots of wine.  :D

So, undaunted, I go out to face... yep.  The Creep.  Why me, God?  I been good.  Big fat sigh.  I can do this.  I toddle out and tell The Creep the entire story of Romeo and The Leak.  He, naturally, thinks (I can hear him) what does this stupid haole woman know.  Ok, he tells me the plumbers are coming because the water is now leaking all the way into the party room downstairs.  Are we having fun yet?  Not so much.

So a couple hours ago I am messing with my jewelry when a knock comes and two guys are outside our screen door saying they are the plumbers.  I tell them wrong unit, I haven't called any unknown plumbers.  Then the lead guy explains he is here to see about the leak.  And, didn't The Creep tell me they were coming?  Why, gosh, no.  Can you imagine that?  Surely it slipped his mind.  The rat.  The phrase "Payback's a bitch" flits through my last remaining brain cell.  I let the plumbers in and run to put on my bra.  Jeez.  The things one has to do, yanno?  ;(

So, then the lead plumber tells me, I gotta cut out this wall.  WHAT!  I practically throttle the poor sap.  It's not his fault but that is a brand new wall!

So, I trot out to discuss this with The Creep.  Now, I have to say, he was pretty nice about it but, the leak does need to be found.  Naturally, I am still the stupid haole woman so not one of those men will listen when I tell them the leak is upstairs.

They ensue cutting out the wall.  I can hardly bear to watch.  My wine is still screeching.  Then, horror of all horrors?  I realize I have no wine.  It was screeching all the way from Safeway.  I call the Hunnibunni and tell him WINE!  NOW!  I hope he doesn't think I was kidding.  Anyway.  My beautiful wall now has a big "window" in it.  So, I ask PlumberII, so, what did you guys find?  He replies, "Just what you said".  No shit.  

Sure enough, they trot upstairs where I hear them cutting out the upstairs wall, too.  Sure enough, the leak was precisely where I told them it was and, the other a/c guys never did fix it.  They did, in fact, tape it.  How dumb is this, anyway?  If you ask a 4 year old they could probably tell you that water will undo tape.  It can and it did. Because I am mean and I am pissed, I ask the lead plumber the same question when he comes back to my unit.  He tells me the leak is upstairs in the pipe joint.  Nah, really?  SUCH a shock.

So, it turns out that they now have to have access from both units to cut away the broken leaky pipe and repair it.  Of course neither of them can tell me how long this will take.   They don't even know if they will be back tomorrow or not.  Sigh.... I hope Hunnibunni doesn't forget my wine.  :(

Now, is this a trauma or what?  Here I sit with a big hole in my newly painted wall and no wine.  Am I having fun yet?