Baileyectomy
After a week of negotiations and back and forth, we signed a new foundation contract with Counterforce today. Counterforce is a well-known, highly respected foundation contractor, and they were willing to take on our job because, miracle of miracles, they had an opening right when we needed them. We should have hired them from the beginning; I am certain of that.
In celebration, we performed a Baileyectomy: we took Willson/Bailey's abandoned tools and equipment and put them in their lock box to get them out of the way, and to expedite getting them back to them (should they ever make appropriate arrangements to receive them). I cannot see the back of that crap too soon.
Here's the lock box, waiting to be filled up. Scott had some of our stuff in here, which we removed months ago.
He hadn't left much in the container, and most of it was stuff bought for this job. We took everything that could reasonably be considered to be a tool out and put it in the lock box. Most of the lights in the container are ours, so they stayed.
A collection of four sumps I pulled out from under the benches. Scott never installed the four dewatering wells he told me he was going to put in in December. But not for lack of sumps, apparently. Well, into the lock box they went; I have no use for four inefficient submersible pumps.
The lockbox filled up with stuff. Actually, we added more things after I took this photo, including some of Scott's extension cords and a weird metal plate thing. I don't know what it is, but it's not mine.
Scott ran a temporary electrical line to the container, and we took that down (one of the extension cords). It was kind of a pain in the butt, but it felt nice to have the container that much closer to being OFF my bed of amaryllis.
One item of contention lately has been Scott's desire to come to the site and wholesale remove whatever he thinks is his. We were not going to allow this to happen for two reasons. First, we allowed him to use some of our tools and equipment (like the lamps), and we didn't want them to walk, as small as the value involved might be. Second, Scott on two occasions suggested that it might be a feasible thing to put our house on the ground instead of a foundation. Given that, and his hostile and aggressive attitude towards us in general, I personally did not feel safe having him anywhere near the house.
Now, that feeling may be irrational, but I had a bad feeling about Scott starting to work in the rainy season, and I decided to trust him as a seasoned professional to do the dewatering needed to make the site safe and not endanger the house. You can see why I decided to trust this bad feeling this time.
posted by ayse on 08/01/05