Yesterday a new(ish) construction site made it onto my shit list: 158 India Street. After seemingly an eternity (and a couple stop work orders) they are busy building the four story, eleven apartment masterpiece slated to grace this parcel of property.
The first thing which crossed my mind when I saw the above was “Gee, it looks like they might undermine that building”. The owner of said house seems to agree with my assessment: he (or she) has complained to the Department of Buildings about just this. Repeatedly.
Bad construction practices aside, these guys found my interest in their site a source of excitement. In their pants. The surveyor (depicted in the above photo) alerted his minions to my presence and one of them (who was standing behind the fence) saw fit to howl at me. Sexy.
You know, it’s been a long time since a gainfully employed hunk of man made a pass my direction.
Realizing the exciting opportunity I had on my hands, I mulled over his offer. I decided to make a counter offer:
Go fuck yourself!
I do not want to encourage online gambling (it’s a fool’s avocation), but I cannot help but wonder when (and that’s just it, WHEN) these guys will be hit with their next Stop Work Order. Aside from numerous complaints about undermining the adjacent property, they have been nailed for doing work contrary to the plans filed with the Department of Buildings and seem to have a chronic problem keeping their paperwork in order. Probably because they’re too busy letting hormones get the better of them.
I give them one month.
P.S.: Those of you who want to learn about underpinning should click here. The D.O.B. has a nice little presentation to share with you.