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azurelunatic) wrote2022-05-22 01:15 am
azurelunatic) wrote2022-05-22 01:15 am
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who the fuck...
... eliminates an entire cupboard under the stairs in order to
a) add an extremely janky on the back end tv setup
b) open up the other end and INSERT AN ENTIRE BILLY BOOKCASE very badly as a screamingly inadequate pantry?
The same kind of coked-up labrador retriever who would string live wires across the badly drywalled-in former door to the cupboard, that's who.
The niche that apparently held some kind of equipment to support the wall-mounted screen facing the living room also had a coaxial cable diving through the garage wall, and a piece of drywall held on with security screws, through which you could stick an arm or so to plug in the tv or whatever the heck.
Belovedest was sputtering in Child Of Electrical Engineer. For my part, I had my camp chair there, and I'd carried it into the garage and did my best to imitate that gif of the guy rocking up with his chair and deploying it smoothly and sitting down to enjoy the show.
Because the power outlets closest to the garage door openers were operated via the light switch, there was a small power strip daisy chain to actually power the one garage door opener that was currently in use. (The other one was unplugged, and I see why they chose that one for the opener itself, but the other garage door opens properly and doesn't shake and rattle like it's going to fall down on someone's head.)
I am personally willing to give a pass on the aesthetic sins committed to this house, since I mostly do not give two fucks about visible patching (why we discovered the cupboard under the stairs in the first place), nor about crown molding, questionable taste in light fixtures, and *gasp* a combination of chrome and brushed nickel finish in the bathrooms, but my daughter does and so I will support her in that.
But what was done to that cupboard under the stairs was several kinds of crime and perhaps some of them were against building codes.
a) add an extremely janky on the back end tv setup
b) open up the other end and INSERT AN ENTIRE BILLY BOOKCASE very badly as a screamingly inadequate pantry?
The same kind of coked-up labrador retriever who would string live wires across the badly drywalled-in former door to the cupboard, that's who.
The niche that apparently held some kind of equipment to support the wall-mounted screen facing the living room also had a coaxial cable diving through the garage wall, and a piece of drywall held on with security screws, through which you could stick an arm or so to plug in the tv or whatever the heck.
Belovedest was sputtering in Child Of Electrical Engineer. For my part, I had my camp chair there, and I'd carried it into the garage and did my best to imitate that gif of the guy rocking up with his chair and deploying it smoothly and sitting down to enjoy the show.
Because the power outlets closest to the garage door openers were operated via the light switch, there was a small power strip daisy chain to actually power the one garage door opener that was currently in use. (The other one was unplugged, and I see why they chose that one for the opener itself, but the other garage door opens properly and doesn't shake and rattle like it's going to fall down on someone's head.)
I am personally willing to give a pass on the aesthetic sins committed to this house, since I mostly do not give two fucks about visible patching (why we discovered the cupboard under the stairs in the first place), nor about crown molding, questionable taste in light fixtures, and *gasp* a combination of chrome and brushed nickel finish in the bathrooms, but my daughter does and so I will support her in that.
But what was done to that cupboard under the stairs was several kinds of crime and perhaps some of them were against building codes.
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What the mango-shitting FUCK.
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Cable installers? some are like me, some are Proper Elec-chickens who also know what the f*
* The National Electric Code, that is.
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My dad did our wiring and followed the Code (except for the last leg of I think some lighting where he had run out of one of the three primary colors) so there is a place in Mama's house where there is a fun surprise waiting for the next person who isn't Dad. (Who is pining for the fjords currently.) I watched the process like the curious child I was. So I have enough competence to know that we're definitely bringing in Ev's electrical engineer coworker, and I may give Ev one of those little beepy probes that tells you about hot wires for her birthday.
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(I replaced some ancient fluorescent ceiling fixtures back in december of 2020, and invested several new curse words on discovering that the person who installed them just twisted the wires together and taped them instead of using a wire nut. At least those were in a junction box, unlike the fixtures in the other half of the room. It's all done proper-like and to code now, although I have to replace those fixtures because something's gone kerblooey and they don't light up now. I blame cheap, non-standard LED driver modules...)
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