It's one thing to go overboard in wiring every room, some in multiple places, with cable, phone and data outlets. It's a little crazy to have an upstairs and downstairs patch panel. And to accidentally spend a small fortune doing so.
But it's another thing when much of it just doesn't work. And when you spend the entire evening carrying a TV and phone around to every outlet to test them, climbing in and out of a filthy basement, tracing, marking and moving cables, and discovering that yet more doesn't work. The effort, time and money we already put into this makes me resent every minute. This is definitely one of those things that if you want it done right, you have to do it yourself. I've run and traced a lot of cables in my career, and I mark them.
And I get to miss more work tomorrow morning because the plumbers can't tell left from right either (hot and cold in their world). Missing work was routine recently; now it's a major imposition. We have to get on with our lives already!
At least Dave figured out why our cable TV wasn't working upstairs, normally the only place TV ever gets watched around here (ironically). Just in time to find out that there really isn't anything to watch anyway. Food Network is packed with commercials, and I just don't have the heart to watch HGTV right now.