So I go to work today and the system I installed on Friday was needing to be finished up.
My dad got a call from the guy this saturday...
Apparently *I* missed a few network wire runs is what he says over the phone.
So I get there and it turns into 7 f'ing network wire runs and one more phone wire run.
Sure as shit the one phone run that isn't there is on his print - only problem is I NEVER SAW THAT PRINT! LOL
I saw the electricians print for the building, and I talked to the owner (who had the original print but not at that building) the day I did the rest of the wiring (btw it was quoted at 8, and ended up at 14 runs last month).
This prick was talking to me like I was one of the 8 year olds he coaches in this business, and blaming me for missing wire runs.
Ok, I might have been tired that day... but there is no way in HELL that I'm missing EIGHT separate wire runs that I know about.
Anyway, after playing football my... well, pretty much everything on me is sore as hell, legs, arms, thighs, feet, and my hand.
Guess what? I got to run those wires, alone... in the worst attic ever. I was so happy when it was over.
