my dad is the OCD plumber who would say mean things about this. myself, i'm just trying to figure out wtf is going on. i have a feeling a code enforcer could rip you one, but it's just a gut feeling and i'm in earthquake-country so that changes things a bit. (terremoto is such a great spanish word, sounds like a motocross event).
the old man had me do untold & overboard stuff to please a code officer that didn't bother to even look around. thousands of extra nails into interior shearwall with a palm-nailer. and on and on and on.
he's the kind of guy that can't be off by more than 1/32 with his rough carpentry. the kind that's still remodelling since 1995.
that remodel was supposed to separate my sisters bedroom & mine better, as it only had a accordion-style partition thing. (not cool when you're a teenager).
i stayed clear of construction for work as much as possible, eventually realizing that my approach to auto-repair was something like his building, and i over-did stuff. my 1/2 hour oil-changes would come back with a full car inspection, so my boss loved the upselling potential, but my big jobs were slow usually. d'oh.
<--- saw some other builders live happier, less-square lives