How about you get lost????

It is about 9:00 AM this morning when I get a phone call that our neighbors have asked the Building Inspector to come and inspect the job site. Oh, well, good morning to you too!!!

The building inspector generally comes to the job site during construction, usually once to inspect the foundations and then when the house is completed: so twice basically. I have a feeling that we are going to see this guy on the site several times, courtesy of the ball breakers next door. 

So today, the complaint was that the laneway was collapsing. OK, quick drive to the house (where I was yesterday and didn't notice anything) and quick inspection: no, the lane way is not collapsing but it is clearly not passable, which we have said over and over again in the past few days. I forgot to mention that we got a nasty email last night from #3 insisting that we re-open the lane way right away... because it was affecting the health and well-being of the old lady. Mmmmmm... really? These two things are connected? Passable lane way = healthy old lady... How does this work? I am not a doctor but this woman is 94 and almost a vegetable so I don't see how the fact that the passage is open or close matters to her health... But I digress. 

Back to the site where we are now all waiting for the Inspector to show up. Meanwhile, #3 is on his side of the property, looking at us through his cheesy sunglasses. I had some time to observe him (unfortunately for me, he is not a pretty sight), and I realized that he looks like a mix between Gargamel and the French Minister of Labor, Eric Woerth (who is in the middle of a huge financial and political scandal at the moment...how surprising!). Absolute dead ringer! He seems pretty happy with himself, somewhat confident he is going to stop the work this time. He is either seriously out of his fucking mind or he is missing some very important information. One crucial fact that he doesn't seem to be aware of is that the building inspector for that area is known for being very laid back, actually, he is almost retired and some say (namely our super nice builder) that "he barely has a pulse". In other words, I am not too worried. 

Anyways, the inspector finally shows up and follows #3 to the back of the property, they start to discuss something. A couple of minutes later, our super-nice-builder shows up to explain what the shoring work will consist in and how long it will take. The Inspector asked that we have the engineer on site once a day to make sure the shoring is done properly (totally fine). He asked that we put the laneway back to its original state as fast as we can (naturally). The thing is, it will be passable when the concrete is strong enough and that can take a few days, even a couple of weeks. So the Inspector solemny declares" I will ask that the laneway remains closed until the engineer certifies that it is safe to go through". In other words, #3's little scheme is a total failure! There you go asshole, when you stir up so much shit, you eventually get splattered right back in the face. Now how about you get lost! Try to spend your time on something useful for a change!