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OK well to clarify, I'm not getting fucked over; I'm inconvenienced by circumstances, which actually are not that bad. As you've noted, roofers shit in buckets. I could do that too. I have no pride, no shame, and no matter how horribly I treat myself I will be in better hygienic condition than my customers.
In fact, many people enjoy replicating my conditions, by going camping in tents. I have it better than they do. They have to shit in the woods. I could comfortably shit inside and then carry it to the woods. I have it great!
My life has become insanely surreal, mostly by my choice. That is what I'm documenting.
When you decide to move to a fucked up little farmhouse, this is part of the deal you strike. Things are going to be unpredictable. The place was built in the 1930s and halfway retrofitted for modern anything. It should have been bulldozed years ago, except that it was too close to student housing and too much on a hill for modern McMansion comforts.
It's fucked up. But that's also what I like about it. I could choose predictable plumbing, modern heating systems with central air, super modern appliances, and wall to wall carpeting instead of painted wood floors. But I'd also have to pay $500 more a month and have neighbors connected directly to my house. Most people prefer that, but I like this.
The RE management company couldn't have predicted the drainage problem, there's no way to test for it. They might have tested the furnace; since it worked for three days to begin with, they wouldn't have discovered anything. They did a lot of work getting it into a state where somebody could move in and I don't know what they discovered that I wasn't aware of.
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