This is some environmental storytelling right here. I see a story of an electrician, all out of appropriate lengths of wood, working past five on the night before the drywallers show up.
That can’t possibly be an actual electrician’s work, can it? That’s got to be the work of a homeowner who didn’t know the correct way to locate an outlet in the middle of a stud bay.
Nah, it’s been awhile, but I’ve been an electrician. When you get a foreman who has made it to that special level of asshole, your give a fuck starts to run out incredibly fast. Even if you’re not the kind of guy who would do this yourself, someone working with you probably is.
With that said, I don’t think this would pass code, but I’m honestly curious as to which part it violates specifically. The wire doesn’t look like it’s secured properly at least, but this might be one of those things where this is where they learn that they need to write some new passages.
I had a semi related, IRL, Bethesda style enviornmental story telling ‘event’ involving a wall happen once.
Back in college… I wasn’t actually in this one fraternity, but was friends with almost all the guys in it, was good friends with the core group that restarted its local chapter that had been dormant for like a decade or two.
So one day, its video games and beer, and … well, this one room needed to be renovated, so we didn’t give a fuck. One guy loses at Smash Bros, fucking fist through the wall.
… After he walks back a bit, we notice… wait wtf there’s something… on the frame…?
We tear out more of the wall, and no shit, there is a miniature time capsule in the form of a note saying basically 'Cheers to any future (fraternity name)‘s, from the class of 1982!’ … and there is also a fucking can of Rainier … from 1982.
So the dude who initially Donkey Kong’d the wall gets dibs on the 30+ year old stale beer of course, downs it immediately.
… The funny part is that this was always supposed to have been a dry fraternity, no alcohol allowed.
This is some environmental storytelling right here. I see a story of an electrician, all out of appropriate lengths of wood, working past five on the night before the drywallers show up.
That can’t possibly be an actual electrician’s work, can it? That’s got to be the work of a homeowner who didn’t know the correct way to locate an outlet in the middle of a stud bay.
Nah, it’s been awhile, but I’ve been an electrician. When you get a foreman who has made it to that special level of asshole, your give a fuck starts to run out incredibly fast. Even if you’re not the kind of guy who would do this yourself, someone working with you probably is.
With that said, I don’t think this would pass code, but I’m honestly curious as to which part it violates specifically. The wire doesn’t look like it’s secured properly at least, but this might be one of those things where this is where they learn that they need to write some new passages.
It’s up to code until the inspector finds it. And if there’s drywall, they’re not finding it
This is the explanation for why we can’t have nice things
Supply side economics until we all die.
What a Lemmy moment.
“Shoddy work? This is the fault of capitalism!”
I had a semi related, IRL, Bethesda style enviornmental story telling ‘event’ involving a wall happen once.
Back in college… I wasn’t actually in this one fraternity, but was friends with almost all the guys in it, was good friends with the core group that restarted its local chapter that had been dormant for like a decade or two.
So one day, its video games and beer, and … well, this one room needed to be renovated, so we didn’t give a fuck. One guy loses at Smash Bros, fucking fist through the wall.
… After he walks back a bit, we notice… wait wtf there’s something… on the frame…?
We tear out more of the wall, and no shit, there is a miniature time capsule in the form of a note saying basically 'Cheers to any future (fraternity name)‘s, from the class of 1982!’ … and there is also a fucking can of Rainier … from 1982.
So the dude who initially Donkey Kong’d the wall gets dibs on the 30+ year old stale beer of course, downs it immediately.
… The funny part is that this was always supposed to have been a dry fraternity, no alcohol allowed.