I’ve decided that getting the office painted and set up upstairs is the next logical project to take on in the house. I’ve also learned from my past experiences that instead of telling myself I’m going to paint the office on Saturday, it’s better to plan just to get the room “ready” for painting.
Here is the room as it is now:
Obviously there are some things that need to be done, starting with taking those hideous shelves down. What the hell, couldn’t they at least have used boards of the same length? I find that only mildly irritating. When I go to remove the shelves however, I am pleasantly surprised. You see this?
I saw it at a glance and said to myself, well my god, these people had the sense to drill a hole and put a dowel in the wall before they screwed the brackets up, and this from people who scotch taped over holes in the walls to patch them was some seriously first class work. And then…. sigh….
IT’S A GOD DAMNED TOOTHPICK. In. The. Wall. I have no idea what goes through MysteryMan’s head when all of the sudden he hears me yell, “Toothpick?! TOOTHPICK!!!” at the top of my lungs from upstairs. He says nothing, which tells me he is used to this behavior.
And, okay, maybe this is a generally accepted thing, shoving a toothpick or matchstick into a screw hole to tighten it up. Also using drywall anchors may help, but who am I to judge? So my blood-pressure drops back down out of the “your head is in danger of exploding” range and I take a look around at all the other things that need to be fixed in the room.
Oh, of course…
IT’S AN EFFING POPSICLE STICK!
For what purpose? What possible reason could this be inside the electrical box? It sure as shit didn’t straighten the outlets themselves out so I’m at a loss. Three years after I took possession of this house, the previous owners still manage to drive me right to the brink of my sanity.
I need to go to Home Depot now so that my brain cells can recover.