Showing posts with label hilarity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hilarity. Show all posts

Sunday, November 15, 2009

And the Award for the Most Ironic Construction Experience goes to...

I am finally working on our lawsuit against our Original Incompetent Contractor (OIC). There is an old adage in the juridical field that a lawyer who represents herself has a fool for a client. Applicable here as well, I am sure, although I like to think of my role as the licensed fool rather than the natural fool in this instance if for no other reason than that I have passed the Virginia State Bar Exam. I am thinking of wearing this to the hearing:

The only thing stopping me is that judges are generally not known for their senses of humor. Except for this guy: http://www.kttlaw.com/dlr/riddle.pdf; or this guy: http://www.scribd.com/doc/21787619/In-Re-Richard-Willis-King-USBC-WDTX-05-56485-C-ORDER-2-21-2006. Apparently bankruptcy judges are really funny - who knew?

I have to say that there is an advantage to having waited nearly two years to take on this project, namely: having calmed the f*** down. I think the reason for the adage above is that irate people tend to be unreasonable people, and the law prizes dispassionate reason uber alles. Which is why you should hire a lawyer when things end up in court, because it's really hard to be dispassionate and calm when you've been victimized by someone; so it's best to shut up and pay someone else to calmly and elegantly rip them to legal shreds while you smirk from behind. You've seen Judge Judy, right? You don't want to be the crazy person screaming across the lectern at your nemesis unless you are getting paid by the producers to do so.

The sole exception to the self-representation rule in the construction context (besides going on Judge Judy) is when you can't afford both the lawyer and finishing the project, and - MOST IMPORTANTLY - you aren't going to drive the guy over in the parking lot on the way out if you lose. If you can't trust yourself on this last point, it's best to just forget the whole damn thing and do something fun but legal like standing outside his house with a board saying he's a crook who can't contract his way out of a paper bag.

Anyway, this is a story about the ironies of being your own lawyer - or maybe this story proves that something really weird is going on that should perhaps be reworked into a novel that will result in a movie where Meryl Streep stars as the goddess twisting our fate from up above, and Amy Adams plays me, the blogger/lawyer/cook/mini-contractor living out this twisted tale; but before I get to the punchline, I need to give you the backstory.

Water Wars

What drove me to start this blog was the Perpetual Font of the Lord's Anger atop which we apparently built our addition. Well, that's what the contractor will argue anyway. And had we not resolved it through reason and skilled labor, I too would have attributed the problem to divine wrath. Visually speaking, every time it rained, the lower level of the addition looked like this:

OIC, of course, said all we needed to do was backfill the trench around the house and all would be fine. Yeah, well: WATERPROOFING: FAIL!! So we parted company with OIC and started consulting people on what to do about this wet mess. The results came out 50/50: put in a sump pump or re-waterproof and fill the trench. We just wanted whatever option would actually work.

Second Incompetent Contractor (SIC) was one of the bidders, who came to us recommended by a friend, with references and license checked, etc., and he told us that he was 99% certain we did not need a sump pump unless, unbeknownst to all, we were sitting on a spring, which he didn't believe to be the case. In fact, he said, it's best to avoid a sump system as the primary means of waterproofing since a sump system inherently allows water to come in under the perimeter of the house which drains into a pit beneath the floor where the pump sits. The problem is that when the pump fails (usually not an if) you will have a basement full of water, whereas a french drain, which sits outside the perimeter of the addition just channels all the water away from the house by natural gravity before it ever gets inside. I pictured the sump failing at 3 am some Sunday morning in February and although fixing it from the outside was $2000 more and carried a 1% risk of failure, we chose Door #2.

It is noteworthy that a french drain system was envisioned by the original permit set, but the OIC hadn't installed it as set forth in the plans (nor the waterproofing, insulation, grading, or pretty much anything else). You can see from the photos below that there is some sort of thinly sprayed black stuff not even covering the mortar of the block wall where a 3 mm waterproof membrane glued to the wall and 1.5" of insulation board were supposed to be.
The biggest "whoops" was that OIC put the drain around the perimeter of the house, when it was supposed to go under the foundation itself. I guess he didn't bother to read the permit drawings, because that part was highlighted in yellow by the permit-writer. La dee da!!

Anyway, long story short, we hired SIC to fix OIC's mess and install the new door and trim. And his subs did do a better job waterproofing and installing some insulation:
But he became known as the second incompetent contractor because after it rained we saw this:
As it turned out, SIC didn't bother to check the grade from the addition to the alley, where the french drain was designed to exit. If he had (and this should be the first order of business for anyone suggesting a gravity-fed drain), he would have known that there was not enough of a slope to have the water from the drain. So instead of flowing freely into the alley, the sump exited below the level of the alley, which created a giant cesspool and also caused water to back up to the house and leak into the lower level. Again.

So we called the sump system folks back, and finally hired MER/Morrison who were the most expensive of the bunch but had the best warranty and were the most highly rated on Checkbook.org. They were also our last hope. Luckily, they were fast, professional, and most importantly - competent. And so, 2 years into this project we got this:

And there was much mirth and celebration in the kingdom.


So What's the Joke?

First of all, we ended up battling with SIC for a partial refund that didn't pay for the sump system, but also didn't involve going to court. Suffice to say, however, that SIC's name is still mud in our books - ha ha ha ha...

Until...

I have spent this weekend doing yoga and putting together - very calmly, very reasonably (thanks to the yoga) - our step-by-step case against OIC. One of the biggest things going for us - in my mind, anyway- is that it turns out that OIC's contracting license expired 3 months into our project. Additionally, in Virginia, there are 3 classes of license: one can have a Class C license where a single construction contract is between $1,000 and $7,500, or if the total value of all contracting by the person in a 12-month period is less than $150,000. A Class B license is required where a single contract is between $7,500 and $120,000, or if the total contracting value that year is between $150,000 and $750,000. OIC's license, when he had it, was a Class C license, but our project was well over $7,500, and so he should have had a Class B license all along. So part of my argument is that OIC committed fraud and is subject to the wrath of the Virginia Code for people who contract without a license.

The hitch in this fine argument is how to read the "or" in the Code. A contractor could argue that the "or" between the individual contract amount and the total contracting amount means one or the other, which could allow a result where a Class C contractor might be allowed to have an individual contract that was for $50,000, so long as their 12-month (presumably a rolling average) total contracting work stayed under $150,000.

The Virginia Board of Contractors clearly intended for the "or" to in effect be "and," as is visible from their consumer information sheet which states: "Any contractor who undertakes a project the total value of which is $120,000 or more is required to have a valid Class A license issued by the Board for Contractors. Any contractor who undertakes a project the total value of which is over $7,500 but less than $120,000 must have a valid Class B license." Their sheet doesn't even mention the other clause. This interpretation makes logical sense, because if you don't read it that way, then contractors would just ignore the more easily-triggered individual contract thresholds, since higher classifications have more arduous requirements (like an exam and minimum equity). So the Board would take my side and say that from the start, OIC needed a Class B license to do the work they proposed, a major win for me (Yay!).

Still, without any clear case law which, the last time I had looked, there hadn't been, I will be before a judge arguing things like statutory intent, reasonable interpretation, blah blah blah (Boo!).

But then I stumbled across a legal opinion recently issued on this exact point. The contractor in question had a Class B license and had a contract with a residential homeowner to do a $128,000 project. The homeowner paid this. The contractor was suing to get an additional $65,000 in what he claimed were change orders to the original contract. The homeowner argued that the claim was inherently barred, since the initial contract on its face required the contractor to have a Class A license (which he did not). And I jumped up and did a premature victory dance when I saw that the court ruled in the homeowner's favor - i.e., in my favor. Shazam! Hallelujah! Woo-hoo!!

But here's the kicker: Once I calmed down enough to write down the case name, I noticed that the contractor in question in this lawsuit was none other than SIC.

That's right, I'll have the joy of entering into the list of exhibits our expenses from SIC as evidence of expenses faced due to OIC's negligence, and will also be using caselaw against SIC to prove that OIC was a fraud, too. Irony? Hilarity? WTF is going on, am I being Punk'd?

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

So Far Down the Rabbit Hole It's Pitch Black

Is this funny, sad, sick, ironic, or just insane? To wit:

I received a call from Jose, the contractor Dominion has hired to finally connect the power so we can move on with, you know, our lives. Jose has stated that he would like to just connect the existing conduits together and run the power through that. He would like to do this because it would save him considerable time and money, as it would eliminate the need to dig any new trenches. I inform him that I was told by Dominion that this was not permitted because they hadn't installed the portion of conduit running from the temporary meter to the house. (This idea was, in fact, the one I proposed to the Dominion project coordinator as being the most obvious, fastest, and most cost-saving option.) He says he talked to someone who thought it would be okay to use the existing conduit and that he was the one who had installed the first part of it from the pole to the meter 2 years ago (I guess he remembers us. I bet they all do). He asks me if I would "call someone at Dominion about this and get back to him."

No way, Jose.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

So true, so true...

So we had this really nice HVAC guy come by and assess the HVAC system this morning. In case I haven't mentioned it, we are also having serious problems with the HVAC system in the existing part of the house. Apparently, in sum, adding a 2.5 ton A/C unit and an 88,000 Btu furnace to 1948 ductwork was a bad idea. I guess the "good news" is that in his view we do not need to rip out all of the old ductwork; adding the new ductwork to the addition will achieve the air flow necessary to stop my asthma attacks and all the condensation leaks. So all we have to do is finish the addition in order to fix this problem! Of course!!! All roads lead to Rome.

His squinted his blue eyes a little bit as he leaned in and said:
"You know, I understand...I'm sitting where you folks are right now."
(D, silently, to herself: Yeah, right. You have NO idea.)
"I'm currently redoing my own house and it is the second time doing this. I'm working as my own general contractor, too. And if you told me that I was going to have to renovate another house or commit suicide, I'd ask for the gun."
(D, to herself: Okay, he does have some idea.)

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

How It Came to This


This is a sign, right? If you walked out and saw this, you'd run screaming, right?

Unfortunately, it came too late. We were already in for a pound. About 40,000 of them. So I just stood in the alleyway and laughed until I nearly wet myself.

Not knowing where to start this story, I figured I'd go Tarrantino-style and start in the middle. Then I'll just go past and present as I see fit.

What you are seeing is about Month 9 of The Addition, depending on whether you count the 6 month delay in even starting the project as part of the timeline (I did not). After watching ducks paddle around in the giant hole this went into for a couple of months, SS Incompetent Contractor set sail pouring concrete and building walls (without first putting in the drain tile, but we'll save that for another edition) around May. The walls were framed (by non-SS IC people, including myself) in September. The roofer was scheduled to come the next day, when, on a balmy, clear, and windless night the neighbor's beyond-dead rotting 70 foot maple tree split in half and landed on our day-old framing job with such terrifying force that I thought it was The End.

And about an hour after the tree fell, the drought broke and it rained on our freshly-framed and sheathed addition for two weeks straight with no roof because the neighbor's insurance wouldn't pay to remove the tree. But I am jumping ahead.

This is some funny shit. You know why? Because we had spent months trying to get Dominion Power to move the *&@# power line underground. And we had offered to bury our neighbors' lines as well, but they refused (because if it later needed to be fixed they'd never find it!), which caused this process to drag on even longer. They ignored my list of advantages regarding a buried line, like not losing power during a storm (as we had during Hurricane Isabel). So, after four months of fighting with Dominion, they finally buried our line and moved the neighbors' line over a week earlier. And the falling silver maple took with it the neighbors' power lines. Ours, of course, was safely underground. And so, upon seeing this incredible display of karmic retribution/ridiculous irony for them and continued streak of bad luck for us, I craughed. That's right - I cried and laughed til it hurt.

The silver lining for us was that the tree also took down the Verizon line we had also been fighting to bury for months without success, and they came a few days later and finally did their work, and miraculously, our spectacularly-built framing incurred only a slight dent in the parapet wall from the tree. (Posting about the rain damage TBA.) Sadly for our neighbors and invisible to the eye upon initial viewing, their power line was snapped so hard it actually pulled the power from their circa-1940 (and therefore irreparable) main circuit box, leaving them without power for about 5 days until it was replaced. I truly don't relish the financial suffering and discomfort they incurred from this event, as this generates bad karma. But i still think that the whole scene would have won for Best Comedy in Home Construction.