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so I am sitting at my computer, just posting in the attacking a monojet thread, a few more details of the tin can I built from the ground up..random memories of trucking, and aircraft mechanic in the military...via the computer I built from nothing, climbing up on 50000 hours in about 7 weeks...
...when the radiator pipe let out an odor. it is right under my desk, I quickly go for the visegrips in the pile of tools I have right in my room, as I am always building something...I knew that pipe was not only wrong, the water temp setting has been a complaint more than once.
poof, hiss, and a quick burn on one hand, I snap the visegrip over the 220+ F super steaming pisshole now spewing a pressure I don't ever recall seeing, not even from a thermite blazing subaru boxer engine disintegrting to heat......
walk and run and talk on the phone at the same time, a call to the landlord.. I got the red emergency switch cover in my mind for the furnace, as I built at a few that needed some shutdowns in a hurry over the years..
get to the back door of the building, knock knocking... after skipping down a flight of stairs to the first floor with door out the front of building..
must. get. to. emergency. switch..
it leads to the basement out back, I said "I need to get in and shut furnace off"..not mentioning the place of very powerful leak is right above this particular tenants room.
down to the basement I go, find the switches, run back up stairs and mop up in realtime what seems to be several gallons a minute...extremely hot for what seemed forever..another tenant found a way to shut water off, it's a good thing..the dumb system does not shut water off, only the furnace , when something goes wrong.
inbetween the leap from stairs to basement...
"you are not the maintenenace man." said a tenant... I almost paused for a moment, a flash of memory of yet another year of mentally retarded auto inspectors..at the same level of plague as this lady spewing garbage out her mouth...and a veterans status leaving me anonymous enough to be found in a ditch someplace...
a hellish thought of solstice squeeze externally on an old building.. and ice storm on the way, hot old steamy beams making the backbone of a house that could be bent forever...if i do not do something, right now...
I am not the hell. just not in me. the lady spewing garbage reminded me of my little sister...can't gain on a motivated man, talk shit right?
I built at a few houses..my last one was in 2005 with my brother (now gone famous rich people houses).. I saved a piece of levellar to put my computer on. Amazing new technology for basement beams...or wherever you want one. I let the plumber used it to keep his knees out of the wet rug...
To this day, I go by new england homes and look for fat wood trim, real wood siding, slate or shingles..vinyl, I even layed down cedar shake over many many hours by hand. Seeing through walls wondering how the beam is layed down...ground up built is my mind.
that is just me. I like that kind of think.
merry xmas.
I saved a house full of retarded tenants and a very fat landlord from a much bigger bill.. no need to say thanks. the "plumber" also needed my torch to set the solder in the new pipe...me?
I went to dunkin donuts, then sat down by the river until the suffocating stifling steam climbed back out of my lung.
anybody got a place for a "not a maintenance man" ?
I am liking the new 7/8ths pipe, alot less swell. got a few years before it needs another one..of course the retarded heating system design passes all the right inspections..slum rent is big business ya know.
another tenant that found the water main, explained to me afterwards the trial and error to shut the main water off, and where it was located..at least that makes two of us aware of how fast things can snap around here..
a militant approach to keeping this place on behalf of the landlord, would be letting at least all the tenants get together, for a quick meeting, none of usknow each other. Maybe even assign some tasks to those familiar with something.. the lady downstairs was playing sentinel to the basement door, a guy called the maintenance man had to trial and error the water.. me? I went old school crew chief to avert a disaster, you can figure out what I did later...this life is going on.
...when the radiator pipe let out an odor. it is right under my desk, I quickly go for the visegrips in the pile of tools I have right in my room, as I am always building something...I knew that pipe was not only wrong, the water temp setting has been a complaint more than once.
poof, hiss, and a quick burn on one hand, I snap the visegrip over the 220+ F super steaming pisshole now spewing a pressure I don't ever recall seeing, not even from a thermite blazing subaru boxer engine disintegrting to heat......
walk and run and talk on the phone at the same time, a call to the landlord.. I got the red emergency switch cover in my mind for the furnace, as I built at a few that needed some shutdowns in a hurry over the years..
get to the back door of the building, knock knocking... after skipping down a flight of stairs to the first floor with door out the front of building..
must. get. to. emergency. switch..
it leads to the basement out back, I said "I need to get in and shut furnace off"..not mentioning the place of very powerful leak is right above this particular tenants room.
down to the basement I go, find the switches, run back up stairs and mop up in realtime what seems to be several gallons a minute...extremely hot for what seemed forever..another tenant found a way to shut water off, it's a good thing..the dumb system does not shut water off, only the furnace , when something goes wrong.
inbetween the leap from stairs to basement...
"you are not the maintenenace man." said a tenant... I almost paused for a moment, a flash of memory of yet another year of mentally retarded auto inspectors..at the same level of plague as this lady spewing garbage out her mouth...and a veterans status leaving me anonymous enough to be found in a ditch someplace...
a hellish thought of solstice squeeze externally on an old building.. and ice storm on the way, hot old steamy beams making the backbone of a house that could be bent forever...if i do not do something, right now...
I am not the hell. just not in me. the lady spewing garbage reminded me of my little sister...can't gain on a motivated man, talk shit right?
I built at a few houses..my last one was in 2005 with my brother (now gone famous rich people houses).. I saved a piece of levellar to put my computer on. Amazing new technology for basement beams...or wherever you want one. I let the plumber used it to keep his knees out of the wet rug...
To this day, I go by new england homes and look for fat wood trim, real wood siding, slate or shingles..vinyl, I even layed down cedar shake over many many hours by hand. Seeing through walls wondering how the beam is layed down...ground up built is my mind.
that is just me. I like that kind of think.
merry xmas.
I saved a house full of retarded tenants and a very fat landlord from a much bigger bill.. no need to say thanks. the "plumber" also needed my torch to set the solder in the new pipe...me?
I went to dunkin donuts, then sat down by the river until the suffocating stifling steam climbed back out of my lung.
anybody got a place for a "not a maintenance man" ?
I am liking the new 7/8ths pipe, alot less swell. got a few years before it needs another one..of course the retarded heating system design passes all the right inspections..slum rent is big business ya know.
another tenant that found the water main, explained to me afterwards the trial and error to shut the main water off, and where it was located..at least that makes two of us aware of how fast things can snap around here..
a militant approach to keeping this place on behalf of the landlord, would be letting at least all the tenants get together, for a quick meeting, none of usknow each other. Maybe even assign some tasks to those familiar with something.. the lady downstairs was playing sentinel to the basement door, a guy called the maintenance man had to trial and error the water.. me? I went old school crew chief to avert a disaster, you can figure out what I did later...this life is going on.
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