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At what point do you not pull permits?
If a residential customer calls & wants to add a plug in the hall for a night light or vacuum cleaner use do you pull a permit? You know you are required to!
If a commercial customer calls & wants to add a plug in the conference room for a projector do you pull a permit? You know you are required to!
If a customer insist on no permit(regardless of the scope of work) what do you do?
What is the largest job you have ever done without pulling a permit?
What is the smallest job you have pulled a permit for?
What is your deciding factor to pull or not to pull a permit?
To pull, or not to pull: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to bootleg
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against an inspector,
And by opposing end them? To bootleg: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to inspection wish'd. To bootleg, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to inspect: ay, there's the rub;
For in that certificate of inspection what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bootleg the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised inspections, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would avoid inspections,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather inspect those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great inspections and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Inspect all my sins o? inspector. Robert Shakespeare (william?s lil brother),,,, Master Electrician
If a residential customer calls & wants to add a plug in the hall for a night light or vacuum cleaner use do you pull a permit? You know you are required to!
If a commercial customer calls & wants to add a plug in the conference room for a projector do you pull a permit? You know you are required to!
If a customer insist on no permit(regardless of the scope of work) what do you do?
What is the largest job you have ever done without pulling a permit?
What is the smallest job you have pulled a permit for?
What is your deciding factor to pull or not to pull a permit?
To pull, or not to pull: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to bootleg
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against an inspector,
And by opposing end them? To bootleg: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to inspection wish'd. To bootleg, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to inspect: ay, there's the rub;
For in that certificate of inspection what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bootleg the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised inspections, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would avoid inspections,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather inspect those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great inspections and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Inspect all my sins o? inspector. Robert Shakespeare (william?s lil brother),,,, Master Electrician