Friday tunnel/trench day.
green stuff is tracer dye. I spent the morning identifying floor drains inside a 7-11. It’s all fucking broken.
No time to dilly dally.
digging trenches is hard fucking work, and I bet it’s hot out where you are too. Nothing fun at all about plumbing in my experience, until you’re finished of course.as a dilettante, my least favorite part is when I am opening up the service valve and have to run back over to the repair spot to see if it’s leaking or if I actually did OK. my anxiety at that moment spikes.
That never goes away. I still get like that for a second or two even now.
40’ of tunnels, 35’ of trench, five floor drains, six vents, two bathroom groups, and five faucets.
Apprentice and I will have it knocked out in three days. They’ll be able to reopen the store Monday night. I’m working all weekend, but I’m getting emergency rates all weekend so I’m perfectly fine with the work. I wanted to be off this weekend; I met someone who I’m growing sorta fond of, and would have enjoyed spending my weekend with them instead of in the mud in a tunnel under a gas station, but I could also use the money. My daughter turns 13 this coming week and I’m blowing it all on her. It’s fortuitous I suppose.
Happy upcoming Birthday to your daughter!
Thank you! We are about to go out for dinner right now.
I’ve seen enough Saturday morning cartoons to recognize radioactive waste when I see it.
For god’s sake, man, don’t touch it! You could grow a third eyeball (or worse)!
A real Toxie situation
