Drain wreck

Inasmuch as it had rained ten of the last eleven days, I wasn’t at all looking forward to popping open my office door this morning, and my apprehension proved to be eminently justified: the floodwaters, measured previously at a 3/8-inch depth, were now up to a full inch. Friday being my busiest day of the week, I contemplated closing the door and going back home, and let them deal with this crap. Finally I pulled out my Standard Resignation Letter, updated some of the particulars (for those poking around, it’s screwyouguysimgoinghome.odt), and confronted the Prince: “If I have to swim this morning,” I said, “I’ll be walking this afternoon.” At least one four-letter word was used: “Feds.” I didn’t mention that the one room in which you don’t want standing water is the room in which you have six figures’ worth of hardware, but it turned out I didn’t have to.

A plan was hatched: we would hook up a couple of submersible pumps, one of which would empty out the room. The second would be used to drain The Swamp, a stretch of unimproved land along 42nd that presented three problems:

  • It’s infested with all manner of nasty stuff;
  • It’s higher ground, and gravity still works;
  • It’s on the wrong side of the fence.

Still, short of moving the sun a few thousand miles closer to the earth in the hopes of drying things out, which was never seriously considered as an option, what else could we do?

This plan went through several modifications in a hurry, and strips of the by-now-ruined carpet were pulled up to reveal by-now-ruined tile which no one had seen before. (The building is about 50 years old, the firm just short of 40.) El Jefe brought in a fresh new Shop-Vac; later in the day, a dehumidifier showed up. By three o’clock, the de-carpeted floor was pretty dry, the equipment was moved away (except for the dehumidifier, which was still running last time I looked), and the sun had come out.

Of course, half an hour later, as has happened on eleven of the past twelve days, the rain started again.

Still, it was a fine effort, worthy of kudos all around, most of which I delivered in person before the downpour began.





1 comment

  1. Francis W. Porretto »

    12 May 2007 · 5:12 am

    “short of moving the sun a few thousand miles closer to the earth in the hopes of drying things out, which was never seriously considered as an option…”

    Why not? That’s the way I would have done it: effective, efficient, and economical! As spinoff, it always sends the Greenies into a really cute fit of hysterics.

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