Just gone done with my latest round of "why I hate doing plumbing".
Time to replace a water softener, old one ran 12 years, reasonable. OK, then let's redo the sediment filter, install 2 instead with the second a carbon filter (I had done a hack job on the original install, no proper support for the filter). OK, let's switch to sharkbite connections, use PEX pipe (much less of a pain than copper), do a general cleanup on the incoming water piping.
I wisely spread the job out, new softener connections, new filters, etc., over several nights, saved the final connections until Sat. Unfortunately on one evening I did a water outage, so terlets got flushed, no flush water, backup in the waste pipe... That night was the temporary water outage plus snaking -- I hate that stuff. (it's lovely to both be playing with incoming and outgoing ends at the same time)
Then Saturday. Did the "final" water outage, connected the new softener/filters to the feed pipes, etc., water turned back on -- 1 minor drip, piece of cake. Second drip, at a manifold...not so much cake. Darn PVC manifold had developed a crack on a joint within the part, not patchable, healthy drip rate. Put the plumbing away until Monday, helped a friend work on his camp Sunday.
Monday rolls around, drip hasn't magically gotten better. Two hours on the phone with the place I bought it from (Tears), useless, couldn't find a replacement part (but they gave me an online pitch to come to them for all my future home remodeling needs
) Off to Home Depot where the good guy I know in plumbing set me on the right path, an all-metal manifold. Only 4 more hours of mucking about, the miscellaneous small fittings needed to actually make the new part work with the retained items (pressure gauge, pump switch). Water restored, soft, filtered, no leaks, clean.
Think I'll stay in engineering -- plumbing is just too painful...
I told him he can have it if he gets me the Beretta I've been lusting after... It's a really good gun though. Not to mention it looks like a hand cannon in my petite hands. Never underestimate the intimidation factor. Little girl, big gun, would give most pause. For the rest I'm a qualified sharpshooter. 
