You Patch More Pipes With Honey Than With Vinegar… Wait…
One day at work, a drainpipe above our office starts leaking, dripping vinegary water into the office. We have to hastily cover the computers, printers, etc. We call facilities to have them fix it and replace the damaged ceiling tiles.
The next day, it’s dripping in an adjacent area. Repeat for the next several weeks.
Since they haven’t replaced the ceiling tiles yet, we can see that they’ve just applied a pipe bandage, which obviously isn’t working.
One day, the plumber is there while I’m still there, so I drift over to talk to him.
Me: “What’s going on?”
Plumber “Well, the copper pipe is all eaten up. I don’t know why. It’s like they’re draining acid through it!”
Me: “Um, yeah, they are. That’s the drain for the photo darkroom, and they dump the chemicals at the end of the day. The developer and fixer are saved to be reprocessed to recover the silver, but the stop bath is just dumped. And the stop bath is diluted glacial acetic acid…”
Plumber: “Oh…”
Me: “And if I recall correctly, all of the copper acetates are water-soluble… so the pipe is dissolving.”
Another week later, I talk to the plumber again.
Plumber: “My management is insisting it’s not that bad and refusing to replace the pipe.”
Me: “Okay. What additional forms do I need to submit to escalate this complaint?”
He tells me, adding that it won’t work.
Me: “It’s all in how you write it up.”
The next day, he sends me the forms through the in-plant mail, and I spend a bit of time working out the wording. Then, I fill the form out on a typewriter (we don’t have very many PCs at the time) and have my manager submit it. I don’t think he reads it because he is already pretty frustrated and wants the problem fixed. (Remember, we’re about a month into this ordeal.)
This was late in the week. When we arrive on Monday morning, even more tiles are down, and there’s a stack of sawn-up copper pipes in a corner and a brand-spanking-new heavy-guage gray PVC pipe in its place.
Ha!
That evening, they remove the sawn-up copper… and no more leaks.
On Tuesday, my boss calls me into a meeting with his boss. They’re looking at a copy of the form I had him submit.
My Boss: “[My Name], it’s not that we don’t appreciate you getting this fixed, but you can’t lie to get it fixed!”
Me: “I did not lie. Read that carefully, and point to one thing I said that is not true.”
My Boss: “This part about hazardous waste!”
Me: “That’s not what I said. I said, ‘Leakage of acid process waste creating hazardous conditions,’ which is not the same. Corrosion damage to energized electronic equipment is liable to cause fires, which are definitely hazardous, and the spillage was also creating a significant slip hazard.”
My Boss: “Um…”
They read through it again.
My Boss: “Um. No, you didn’t say anything untrue, but you know they didn’t read it that way.”
Me: “Their lack of reading comprehension is not my problem. And I shouldn’t have needed to do that to get a leaking pipe fixed. Explaining it to the plumber should have been enough, but it wasn’t. Actually, his report on the conditions discovered should have been enough — and it wasn’t. On the other hand…”
I gesture at the new pipe above the ceiling.
My boss looks at his boss, who is nodding.
His Boss: “Just don’t do it again… unless it’s necessary. And maybe tell us first if it is.”
My boss looks a bit embarrassed.
My Boss: “[My Name] gave it to me to submit, and I’ll admit I didn’t look that closely because I wanted it fixed, not patched.”