The sewer line is kaput.
The whole visual/camera thing was mostly a moot effort. I kind of figured, but I let them try anyway. "I can't see anything down there" were the words of noble gentleman number two as he looked at his little screen. No kidding? You can't see anything through that raw sewage? Huh. Who would have thunk it.
But we were able to determine the exact location of the problem. The little camera thingy they shoved down my line had a transmitter on it, and they used a receiver to detect where it stopped at.
So I signed some paperwork obligating me to pay a minimum of $1250 to have my line replaced from the point of breakage to the city main line. If any other part of the line is damage, it will cost another $2400 (minimum, but maybe more) to replace the whole line.
See, renting doesn't sound so bad now does it? I'm lucky if the amount it would cost me for a worse case scenario is about the same as the equity I have in this house. So how am I better off owning it? Well, don't answer that. It will not cheer me up or change my mind at this point.
Next step, call the people who come out and mark off all the underground lines... gas, water, electric, fiber optic (yes, apparently there is buried fiber optic lines near my house), etc, so that they can do some digging without causing anymore havoc. They tell me the hole may be 6-12 feet deep, that they may have to tear down my chain link fence, that they'll do their best to put the fence back up when they're done, and they'll fill the dirt back in the hole, but I'll have to take care of the lack of grass in that area of as yet undetermined size.
Best case, digging will start late Monday or early Tuesday.
Yes yes, I know. Fun times. And you're jealous, too, right?
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