Wednesday, February 7, 2018
I’m sitting by the breakfast table, waiting for the inspector people, mmmm mmm, mmmm mmm. Ki-itchen bound, I am Ki-itchen bound. Kitchen where I can’t play guitar, Kitchen where the TV is small, Kitchen where I’m forced to be waiting, silently away, silently away.
Apologies to Simon and Garfunkel.
The township inspectors are coming to check out our recent HVAC installations. The permits and inspection cost $311, seems high to me, but what do I know?
I know that the job was done 15 days ago. For $311 it is a good thing nothing bad has happened during those 15 days if the installation was done wrong. Oh well, I get it, without permits and inspection there would be cases of shoddy work, and that inspection process, especially when run as it must be by local government, is going to be expensive.
“We will be around from 9 am to 4 pm to do the inspection.”
You will come somewhere between the start of the working day and the end of the working day? Why thank you so much! I guess they don’t schedule their inspections; they just spin a wheel in the morning and inspect in the order of where the pointy thing ends up. Also, they haven’t yet moved to mobile phone technology where they can call when they are on their way?
So I wait.
Mrs. C has her morning nap, then dancing lessons, then work, so it is up to me to wait.
Our door bell is not loud enough for my old ears to hear from the bedroom or the basement so I am forced to wait in the kitchen where we have no comfortable chairs, a small TV and I can’t practice guitar in peace (trust me, it’s a whole thing).
To the credit of cable TV, and other private concerns that make deliveries or visits, I have become accustomed to a narrow waiting window, and a curtesy call as they are on the way. I even had a car breakdown last year and AAA allowed me to track the service truck and made several calls to let me know their status.
Our township has not yet found a need for this kind of service.
They will arrive between 9 am and 4 pm.
I’m sitting by the breakfast table, waiting for the inspector people mmmm mmm, mmmm mmm.
Can’t get that ear worm out of my head!*
*The man came at 12:30, took maybe 45 seconds to determine the job was done correctly. Too cold to check the air-conditioner installation,
“They did the heat and air at the same time, I’m sure they knew what they were doing.”
Not complaining about that, I’m sure he is right. These inspectors can probably spot red flags or a good job pretty quickly.
Anyway, it is 12:32 and I am no longer Ki-itchen bound.