Mysterious coven

On this occasion, the situation has remained a mystery to me to this day.

The shabashka was in a private house. The hostess called me - a grandmother of 70-80 years old.

One of the rooms lost power. Both in the chandelier and in the sockets. The whole house is powered in the old fashioned way from two automatic plugs (one switches zero, the other - phase).

I open the junction box. I see a cable to the lamp, I see a cable to a switch, I see two cables going to sockets. What about input? And as an input - one wire. It looks like zero (I call with the next box - really zero). Where is the phase? And there is none! Not even a hint that he once was... No...

It all looked like this:

I opened the sockets and the switch, I thought maybe the phase was somehow brought there ... Again, no! There are only two wires in each socket ...

I threw a jumper from the box in the next room to start the phase. Everything worked. But!!! How did it work before?

Grandma, seeing my confusion, revealed a secret: “My grandfather was an electrician ... he knew how to make sure that the meter did not spin, but the light was ...”

So, years later, some of his muddy "scheme" came out.

fast money

A former client calls me at 10 pm. I did some wiring for him in the garage.

The client is serious. Some big boss...

He says, they say, in half of the house "the light is gone." And he has a party, guests ... In short, the fun is in jeopardy. For the fact that he violated my going to bed, he promised “not to offend with babos”.

He sent a personal driver for me, who immediately handed me twenty bucks, like an advance.

I’m driving and thinking: “But what if something serious and fast can’t be done ... Go home on foot?”

I'm coming. First of all, to the shield. De-energized. I'm on the main shield. And there ... the machine is turned off, which feeds the de-energized shield.

I carefully loaded each group in turn - nothing was knocked out anywhere. I checked the load with pliers - everything is fine. I waited ten minutes, and reported to the owner.

He ordered the driver to take me where he took me, and from the master's shoulder handed me two hundred-dollar evergreen bills.

In my practice, it was the fastest and easiest money, and even in such an amount!

Guardian angel

I somehow changed the wiring in the panel "three-ruble note". The owners have just bought an apartment, there is no furniture yet - you can work calmly.

First of all, I cut off the old wiring from the input cable, connected the “temporary hut”, and I take care of myself calmly.

Fortunately, the owners turned out to be without imagination: the locations of sockets and switches were left in their original places. It was only necessary to change the cables and add sockets where initially there was only one.

There was practically no need to ditch: the panels had ready-made channels from the very beginning. So ... I just pulled out the old aluminum wire, and in its place I laid VVGng 3x2.5.

I open one of these channels and see two cables, although there should be one (powers the outlet). Just as I was about to bite off those cables... the phone rang. After the conversation, I take the wire cutters again and ... a sharp gust of wind opens the window and a perforator falls from the windowsill. Yes, what is it, b ... th!!! For the third time, taking the wire cutters in my hands, I thought: “And what kind of Leshy are there two cables?”

Having carefully cut the insulation on both cables, I checked the presence / absence of a phase with an indicator. YOKLMN!!! Burning! What the heck… me? I upholster the remaining plaster in the channel and ... I see how one of the cables at the top and bottom goes to the next apartment!

Apparently, there was no channel on the back of the panel, so the electricians who worked on the construction of the house ran two cables from different apartments in one channel.

And thanks, apparently, to the guardian angel, who saved me with his signs from biting the cable under voltage ...

Revenge of the neighbors

I once lived in a rented apartment ... In the late 90s, it was ...

And a very noisy "comrade" lived on the floor below - a fan of listening to Metallica, Nirvana, ASDS, etc. very loudly. and so on. You can imagine how "loved" his neighbors were.

One evening, the call to my door - he is on the threshold. Excited like this...

- You seem to be working as an electrician ... Help! Came home, turn on the light - the light bulb shattered. The second one too. The refrigerator does not work. The tape recorder turned on, and how it hums !!!

I'm coming. I measure the voltage in the outlet ... 390V. Oops!

I'm in the hallway. I open the shield. I find his counter, automatic ... And ... Nifiga myself! The neutral wire sits on the bus of the adjacent phase !!!

It is clear that someone decided to take revenge on the noisy neighbor ... But knowing the malicious nature of this individual, he decided not to heat up the situation. He put the connection in order, and told the “client” that the cause of the incident was ... vibration. Like, from loud music in the shield, the wires vibrated and some of them broke, falling onto the adjacent phase. He colorfully decorated his words with terms with which he was not familiar.

The dude believed. No more noisy music could be heard from his apartment.

Karma.

I had it in 2009, a financially difficult period.

I then took on any coven that other colleagues did not even want to discuss.

One friend from the RES drove me to work: the owner of the glass workshop needed to replace the knife switch with a three-phase machine.

The trick is that it is almost impossible to de-energize the input cable. Several serious organizations "sat" on this line, which should not be touched at all. Colleagues from the RES refused to work without relieving tension, the coven workers were even more afraid.

And I really needed money. Agreed...

I messed up with that machine gun ... A simple replacement was not enough there. The insulation on the veins fell down from old age: it’s about to short! I had to oh-oh-very carefully remove the outer shell to get to the area with the whole insulation. Well, at least there was a supply of cable. Thanks to that electrician who did not cut it to the very “do not play around”. Yes, and the shield itself was put in order

In general ... I suffered for 3 hours.

I call the owner: "Take the job"

That happy one… Shakes hands…

I tell him the total. And he told me:

- You're from RES! What money? I have an agreement with you. You MUST do everything for me!

I'm shocked! What the heck… me? What other contract?

In short, the client goes into denial. He threatens to complain to the head of the RES about my friend and me at the mayor's office (I unofficially Sabbat) ... I also said a couple of "affectionate" to him ...

On that they parted.

A few days later, my friend tells me that this scoundrel really stuck with the head of the RES. He began to wave the contract. He is incomprehension: what else is a free service?

It turned out that this is an ordinary contract between the RES and the consumer for the supply of electricity. And of course, it does not provide any service. As a result, he was sent "to hell". And the most disgusting thing is that he lied that I came to his house (how could I know his address) and threatened his wife (I didn’t see her in the eyes). Made me into a bandit...

My friend wanted to punish the brawler first: to arrange such a test for him so that he would remember for a long time. But… karma caught up earlier. He himself had a “stigma in the cannon” - the next tax audit revealed some serious violations in him. As a result, the workshop had to be closed.

And he was also engaged in illegal cargo transportation on his Gazelle. They also found out about this in the tax office (I have nothing to do with this). His entire business collapsed within just a few weeks.

For me, this news was little consolation ... It would be better if I received the cash I earned!