Public transportation to the rescue? Kinda' makes me wonder if increasing access and use cuts down on transportation related incidents of a similar nature.
In other news, what the hell scope creep is supposed to be involved in game design not amateur auto repair. House person asks if I can put a fly wheel on engine, told everything would be ready just need that bit, I'm like, sure, I'll try (didn't even really know what the hell a fly wheel was, but whatever). Get out to work area. Engine 1 balanced not worth a shit on a cinder block on one side and stack of mismatched wood on the other, and in such a way the fly wheel cannot be put on due to cinder block. Not attached to mobile lift hook whatsit, not attached to ceiling thing of similar function, no sodding clue how to work engines, available chain not able to wrap around only engine even remotely ready to be worked on. Engine 2 still in packing crate. Go ask wtf do; informed then that engine ("everything ready") 2 is the one that needs the fly wheel. Thing still in packing crate. On floor. Multiple feet away from where the winch chain thing hangs, which is directly above engine 1 (the problem here becomes evident shortly thereafter). "Ready."
Okay. Bullshit this was ready, but okay. Get crate top off, packing wrap crap off engine 2, informed of sketchy as fuck method of getting engine hooked with chain (til: you hold hundreds of pounds of engine block up with two goddamn screws holding down a length of chain), okay, okay. Get length of chain screwed in, winch hook on length of chain (poorly, trying to wrap the winch chain around the small one a few times because gods fuck metal fatigue and projectile chain segments, not even once), start doing the lifty thing. Crate starts getting drug over. Obvious (to anyone that has basically any mechanics experience, i.e. not me) problem becomes obvious; engine 1 in way. Bullshit ensues, ultimately a different chain was wrapped around engine one, a mobile lift hauled over and hooked to chain, and the goddamn thing hauled up off its dismemberment waiting to happen foundation and moved enough out of the way to get engine 2 in place. Fucking finally, fly wheel mount place is accessible. Fly wheel gets put on, amazingly enough it actually is pretty easy once the goddamn engine is where it needs to be. Huzzah done.
Except no. House person says what about front fan thing, like I have any idea what the blue hell they're talking about. Nothing except fly wheel was mentioned. Find out apparently they intended to put on fan pulley thingjigger, too. Okay, someone is going to do this because house person is combination of impatient and functionally suicidal (dozens times, doctor says stop fucking trying to pick things up you old shit, old shit proceeds to intimate somehow between the two of us we're going to lift and move a fucking engine block by hand), despite there being zero actual need to hurry. Readjust chain on engine two because thing was inclined and like hell I'm going to try this with a bloody engine block literally aimed at my face. Pick up fan thing. Look at engine 2. Look at fan thing. Look more at engine 2. Look more at fan thing. Ask what the hell. Someone out there may have guessed problem: Engine 1 was not actually taken all the way apart. Entire fan housing mount whatever the hell was still attached. Zero goddam idea what the sodding hell to do, my whats are thoroughly fucked. House person totality of instructions, take this three prong screw claw thing and stick it in non-fan circle thing (pulley casing? No clue, already forgot from checking), then take clicky wrench thing and turn until it comes off. They leave to go eat. Instructions fail, arms give out long before circle thingy comes off, assuming that was actually how it comes off because it damn sure wasn't working. Have to stop, as nearing the continuing=hospital trip point.
Day mostly passes. Several hours later, come out, notice suicidal old shit is back, didn't bother to try to get my attention, and is doing something outside near working area. Bright side, they didn't kill themselves and apparently managed to get rest of fan thing off engine 1 and on engine 2 (maybe, assuming it's actually on right which I wouldn't know), so that was done. Not bright side, then gave mention of drive shaft thing, like I knew what the hell they were talking about (basically none of the work on this car has been done by me, mind you). Turns out they had picked up bolts for far end of drive shaft and memory screwed up enough they thought I had sodding anything to do with unscrewing the thing to begin with. I didn't even know where the hell that part of the machine was (turns out, bottom, and accessible from there... technically). So, okay. I'll try says I. Get bolts, small clicky wrench with proper head, go towards tail end of vehicle. Vehicle is on the goddamn ground (wheels where should be and all, mind). Out in grass. Prickly grass. But okay, will try. Turns out can't even fit goddamn head under the machine where it's at, bloody thing sunk into the ground somewhat. Scope creep 3, torpedoed. I can't goddamn do it. Have to get car up on ramps, is for other day.
Long story short. Maybe ten minute job stretches from around 8 AM to around five o'clock in the goddamn afternoon (with few hour break during noonish region because it's finally starting to creep up into mid day suicide temperature ranges and I was getting into kill myself range anyway), because shit kept getting added and "ready" was about as accurate as "made of raw diamond laced with magical unicorn spunk". Like, I know it's senility and cognitive degeneration, but good gods, how do you miss the mark on intended bit of work that hard? Not even angry, just incredulity all over the place. This is scope creep in the real world, apparently. I could have done without.
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