I REALLY HATE INCOMPETENCE

I had the power turbine that vents the attic changed out today while I was at work; I did not have to be home for that.

Which I confirmed.

Twice.

Wrong.

They stuck the fucker in and did not wire it in.

It's connected to the A/C.

I just got home from a really long day at work and then Happy Hour.

It's 86 F in my house.

It's cooler outside.

And in the attic.

Somebody's getting a piece of my mind in the morning: I have a 9 AM meeting with a customer that I now have to cancel. There's going to be a roofer with my foot so far up his ass he'll be choking on my heel.

On the other hand, I could be in New Orleans or anywhere east of there in the path of Hurricane Katrina, so I will take my soft bed gratefully.