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February 14, 2005
Why Must We Prove the Brain Right With The Braun?
This happened about a month ago, but I was reminded today when an attic access ladder was delivered. Basically we were asked to install an attic access in the last house we worked on. We knew right of the bat that the hole framed out for the access was too close to an adjacent wall. The wall would likely interfere with the opening of the attic access.
Rather than hoist the 100 pound access up into the hole, my co-worker and I decided to do the math. We calculated that it would hit the wall roughly about four inches from the ceiling, six inches from the top of the cased opening below (basically an opening the size of two doors). We suggested turning it around because it would open all the way in that direction. The contractor, however, was dead set on it opening into the cased opening, so our bosses said that we should still install it as planned because it might fit.
So we go back and gaze at the opening. There is nothing worse than having to install one of these, except for of course, taking it back down. Knowing full well that we would struggle for 20 minutes trying to get this thing in and secure, then have to bravely (yes, bravely) pull the thing back down, we went to the directions that came with the ladder. The directions proved that the opening was indeed too close to the wall. So we go back to our bosses who excogitate our findings. They decide that we might be right but that we should still go ahead and put it in, just to make sure. This way we can show the contractor that it won't work.
So we put the blessed thing in and lo and behold, it hits the wall about four inches from the ceiling and six inches from the opening below. Go figure. So they tell us to leave it and show the contractor.
Well the next day, the contractor comes in. Of course neither of the bosses are at the house. So I talk to him. He's not too happy that it doesn't open all the way. Noticing that is was indeed very close to the wall, he said, "Why did we even put it in?". I took that as a rhetorical question. I had no clue why we put it in. So now we look stupid for putting in this attic access that obviously wouldn't open. I somewhat made up for this by showing him exactly where it would hit [the ground] if we turned it around. This is what we ended up doing. Grrrr. Arghhh...
Posted by mhader at February 14, 2005 8:00 PM
Comments
Alas. Much as you try to avoid it. Someday you will be on the other end of this story! Ain't life grand.
Posted by: ad1 at February 15, 2005 5:56 AM
Welcome to my world!
Posted by: dad at February 15, 2005 6:26 AM