Our song is good and new, let’s start it over.
Not much time had passed since the recent flooding, and in less than two weeks (the 17th, while the leak started on the 5th) it became clear the problem was about to repeat itself.
The same pipe had bent into an arc again, and although it was now held by larger double clamps — they were obviously doing a poor job.
I submitted a request — saying there’s no disaster yet, but there will be soon. A technician came, looked around, took some photos — said “I’ll send it to the plumbers,” and left. A couple of weeks later or so, I got an email from the plumbing company, something like “we’ve received your message, please hold, your opinion is very damn important important to us.”
And then a week later, on a lovely Sunday evening, the pipe started leaking again.
I mean, what the f**k? was it really that hard to come and fix it? Wiser from the previous experience, I wasn’t keeping anything valuable in that storage nook — cat food cans, some junk — so no material losses, and I didn’t bother wiping anything up either, let them deal with it themselves.
But the principle itself is infuriating — this wonderful “good enough,” where nobody tries to do things properly, they just do it half-assed sloppily.
They replaced the pipe, and apparently even the root cause — a broken boiler one floor above that was dumping unexpectedly hot water (who the hell would have thought, a boiler and hot water!) into a pipe that warps from hot water — got fixed.
Well, as they say, God loves a trinity — so I won’t be surprised.