More fun with home repairs... spent a few hours with a jackhammer in the basement digging up an old cast iron drain pipe that was leaking and seeping up through the floor (it was milky white while washing out a paint tray, making it pretty damn obvious it wasn't rainwater). Well, maybe leaking isn't the best word; I'm sure there's a more appropriate term for when it's completely disintegrated into fragments only several square inches in size, like TOTALLY FUCKED. And of course the bad part didn't stay in the unfinished area or the room where the carpet was already pulled up, it had to go a couple feet into the main room where there's a tile floor.
It got even more fun when I got to the part in the unfinished area where the plumbers supposedly fixed it a few months ago (replaced it with PVC from where it goes down into the foundation and about ten feet over). The iron pipe was still somewhat fragmented ALL THE WAY INTO THE GODDAMN RUBBER BOOT that couples it to the PVC. The cocksuckers apparently just went that distance they did, said fuck it, and covered it back up saying it was fixed. Oh, and I also had to unhook and move a few hundred pounds of test equipment, tools, parts, etc since part of this was right underneath/behind where my workbench is. :mad:
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