When we finaled the plumbing and electrical, right before the inspector comes over Friday morning 8 a.m., my contractor fills the water vent pipes and finds a nail hole in one of the waste returns. Water is peeing all over the plywood subfloor. He shoots a screw into the pipe to temperarily plug the leak, so we don't get held up for 4-5 days for the next inspection. the floor is soaking. This in October and cold here. The inspector comes and tells us everything is good to go but that we can't close in until he inspects all of the insulation. New code. He strutes out of there smiling because now I have to reschedule rockers and mudder for another week, Mr. Big Inspector, plops another shit burger and leaves, and we all think...doommuss(code for dumb ass)! If an 8 foot wet zone around a pipe doesn't get looked at, what is the putz there for?
Right after he left, I called our plumber and had him fix the sewer drain. If he'd have caught it it would have delayed the permit process and held up the rockers, etc.. which happened anyway with the insulation inspection rule, which had just been implemented. It use to be you could show a reciept for the insulation and that would do , now they have to visualize it.
These guys love changing the rules all the time. I was finalled three years later. The inspector comes shakes his head and says all of your kitchen lights have to be redone. they have to all be dedicated flourescent, and your bathroom lights have to be on a sensor that come on automatically. He's about to strut out thinking, ha, he has 10 resessed cans he'll have to dig out of the dry wall and replace,, and lots of dry wall repair, we showed him. I just smile, and say what year did that law go into effect, his grin faded, he says with authority, this January, I smile and say my pemits was issued before that date, and is now exempt from those restrictions, I can see him just fumming as he signs me off and stomps away. I get a call a half an hour later from the Planner who's been busting my chops for three years, saying she'll need to inspect the place personaly before it's officially finaled. I laugh because its too late, it is finaled and I have the paper work to prove it, but I invite her to come right over. She comes and tries to leave without saying anything, but not one to let a good thing go I greet her pleasantly hand her my paperwork, and have her put her little john hancock on the sheet, and send her wadling away!
I've been an active advocate of busting their chops in letters to the editor ever since. Seems they don't like public recognition for their poor behavior.