I can't believe the way everything has gone to shit lately. I got into house flipping 4 years ago, and the first two I did were easy townhouses, paint, carpet, some appliances, profit. In a moment of stark raving insanity I took on a 4000 square foot mcmansion in a small gated community by badlands that was supercheap because the appliances, cabinets, and all the copper had been gutted, the HVAC units stolen, and the pool pump and heater were gone too. No problem, I figured, $15k to rehab the pool, $40k for the HVAC, $30k for cabinets, $30k replumb and rewire, $30k on appliances, and maybe $10k miscellany and I'd still be in profitville around $200k even at a firesale price.
Needless to say I underestimated everything by almost half and the work has been an absolute nightmare. The dipshit contractor is good at one fucking thing - blocking my truck in with his stupid H2 or Corvette while he smokes out back.
Anyway the last fucking step was getting a fucking habitability cert for the insurance/listing/deed shit which I don't completely understand why it's needed but the liar for hire seemed to think so, and the goddamn inspector failed me because the fucking ceiling fans I put in the bedrooms have a remote control, not a hardwired switch, so it's not code compliant. What pisses me off is inspectors have come out at least 3 or 4 times to look at the wiring before closeup and not once did they say "that has to be a real switch." My fucking con-artist-tractor suggested the fucking things and had his guy draw up the wireplan, and when I got him on the phone to ask him to meet me somewhere so I could cave his head in with a baseball bat he acted all "oh yeah I knew that, they have to be hardwired." It was the guy's fucking plan that he supposedly looked at every fucking day during the past year and his guy who came up with it so I'm screaming at him "what the fuck else have you been doing that you supposedly know you're not supposed to do" and my phone just goes dead for no reason. I go back to my truck and get my bro's phone and call my former friend who recommended the guy and find out they're just in the same fucking gun club and my "friend" had never had the guy do any actual work. I'm like "what the fuck do you know how much I've spent on this boxing-my-car-in-motherfucker who's going to cost me about $5k of rip and stitch plus materials not to mention delaying me getting on market...AGAIN! and he's all "oh sorry bro didn't know" so just
Fuck everything, FML.
Needless to say I underestimated everything by almost half and the work has been an absolute nightmare. The dipshit contractor is good at one fucking thing - blocking my truck in with his stupid H2 or Corvette while he smokes out back.
Anyway the last fucking step was getting a fucking habitability cert for the insurance/listing/deed shit which I don't completely understand why it's needed but the liar for hire seemed to think so, and the goddamn inspector failed me because the fucking ceiling fans I put in the bedrooms have a remote control, not a hardwired switch, so it's not code compliant. What pisses me off is inspectors have come out at least 3 or 4 times to look at the wiring before closeup and not once did they say "that has to be a real switch." My fucking con-artist-tractor suggested the fucking things and had his guy draw up the wireplan, and when I got him on the phone to ask him to meet me somewhere so I could cave his head in with a baseball bat he acted all "oh yeah I knew that, they have to be hardwired." It was the guy's fucking plan that he supposedly looked at every fucking day during the past year and his guy who came up with it so I'm screaming at him "what the fuck else have you been doing that you supposedly know you're not supposed to do" and my phone just goes dead for no reason. I go back to my truck and get my bro's phone and call my former friend who recommended the guy and find out they're just in the same fucking gun club and my "friend" had never had the guy do any actual work. I'm like "what the fuck do you know how much I've spent on this boxing-my-car-in-motherfucker who's going to cost me about $5k of rip and stitch plus materials not to mention delaying me getting on market...AGAIN! and he's all "oh sorry bro didn't know" so just
Fuck everything, FML.