City of San Diego: What the #$%@?
November 4th, 2007
Below, an excerpt from a letter my neighbor recently wrote to the City of San Diego, department of Code Compliance. The house he’s writing about sits between us and him. A former one-story, three bedroom built in modest ranch-style, it now resembles an apartment complex, surrounded by asphalt, inhabited by college students.
By chance I was home when an inspector parked in front of my house. He apparently came to inspect the next door, eight individually leased bedroom, eight mailbox, 12 trash can, non-owner occupied, two kitchen, “single family” home mini-dorm at XXXX Dorothy Drive.
I overheard the inspector tell the owner that the property did not “really” pass inspection but that he would sign off on it anyway. The inspector also said he hoped that Code Compliance would not come back, and if so it would have to be dealt with then.
The owner of the mini-dorm stood in my front yard waving two thumbs up and danced a jig while the inspector sat in his car making this statement.
Of course, if you haven’t met the loser asshat who owns said property, then the image of him dancing a jig with thumbs up might not have the same effect on you that it does on me. Right now, that image makes me want to commit an act of violence.
City of San Diego Code Compliance: why the hate for the homeowners and love for the landlords? Why the lies and corruption? Do you just have a soft spot for garages converted to bedrooms, lawns paved into parking lots, and beer cans lying in a weed filled front yard? Are you swayed by the siren song of a hundred drunk sorority girls screaming, “I’m SO drunk!”?
asshat! I am using this word everyday for the rest of my life. sadly, I have too many instances where I can use this word every day.
It didn’t pass, but he’d sign off on it anyway? Is that for real? What’s the point of having code, or an inspector?
mary took the words right out of my mouth. asshat. genius.
I think I just had a heart attack.
Yup. Pretty sure of it. That’s me, over there on the floor, drool seeping from my lips while my right hand reaches up to type this.
Someone bring in the crash cart, stat!
Jedda,..
You are beginning to think, and be pissed-off like me…So Sorry! Stress seems so universal. Bottle the good days. Collect all 12!
Luv,
Chris