This morning the electrician arrived with the heater and notified me that I actually needed a plumber. He wouldn't remove the old one or hang the new one (water heaters go up on the wall in the bathroom here). That was the plumber's job. So I called the landlord and he told me he was at work and couldn't arrange a plumber now. So I did it. While waiting for the plumber, the electrician decided he had other things to do so he started to leave. I asked him who was going to hold the tank up while the plumber attached it to the wall and he told me under no uncertain terms that I was going to have to do it as it was not his job. Turns out his job was to go get drunk but I'll get to that shortly.So the plumber arrived and accidentally forgot to turn the water off before loosening the input pipe. So now there is 4 inches of water on my bathroom floor and muddy footprints from one end of the house to the other. (Due to the dry season dust, feet are always covered in a layer of dirt). To make it worse, I kid you not, after he unscrewed the pipes from the bottom of the tank, he told me to call an electrician to unhook the wires because he couldn't do anymore until it was unattached. I'm proud to say I didn't scream. I politely called the electrician back by implying that the plumber was actually done (when really he hadn't actually begun). While waiting for him to arrive, the plumber kicked back and relaxed and fell asleep on my couch. After what seemed like forever, but was really only maybe an hour and a half, the now intoxicated electrician came back. How can one get drunk that fast?! Besides, it is not yet 1pm!
|This is the tank neither plumbed nor wired. But attached to the wall (which was my job).|
Atleast I'll have a hot shower tonight. I hope.