You may now revere my handywoman skillz
So, the fucktards who rehabbed my house, we remember them, right? They’re the ones who left little booby traps of shitty craftsmanship all over, in order to make my first year in my new home as exciting as possible. Anyhow, their latest had to do with my bedroom closet. While it’s technically “walk-in” becuase one can walk into it, it was very badly configured, just one shelf across the back and one level to hang stuff on. It’s 55″ deep by 48″ across, and the placement of the door smack dab in the middle means that there’s only 7″ or so per side, not really enough to have a whole wraparound shelf or anything. Lots of wasted space.
Last week the whole crappy thing unsurprisingly pulled free of the wall, because what else could I expect from anything in the house, really? So I determined to tear their crap out and just redo everything so I could fit more in there and be better organized. A trip to Lowe’s and $93.40 later I came home with supplies and emptied my closet. That’s when I discovered that their cheapo shelving had been nailed into the drywall. Not even the studs, the drywall. Nailed. *sigh* So I pulled all of that out, attached vertical rails into the studs (with screws, big ones!) and got my new closet all configured. I did a long rack across the top of the back, then split it in half on the right-hand side so that I could do pants & skirts on bottom. Then I added another short rack on the left hand side, which, even though it juts out some into the doorway, hardly takes much room because it’s up so high. Suck it bitches - I am genius! Anyway, here it is all done. And you can also see the blue that I painted the bedroom, and the former pale pea soup green which is still inside the closet. Bleh. Anyway, I got me the mad handywoman skillz, and I did it all on my own, and for that I am proud! Oh, and if you think my clothes look boring, so do I. You see, it’s my incandescent personality that makes me so fab, that plus exciting clothes would make people blind. That or I am some sort of clothing dullard.
In a non-related note, Sarah the officemate is off today and I am here alone. Some student knocked on the door at the front of our office (due to the way we’re set up in here, they can’t see us from the main door.) So I yelled out “There’s no one here!” as I normally do, because that’s the way I roll, and because they normally need Sarah anyway, not me. So this kid says back “Oh, there’s not?” all forlorn - then walks away.
For the record, there is no logic requirement to attend this college.
Also I am mad at Todd because he WON’T go see 3:10 to Yuma with me, EVEN though it’s at the Moolah, because he “doesn’t like Westerns” which fact he knows because he’s “never seen a Western”. Apparently there’s also no logic requirement to be my best friend, either.
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That kid probably went back to wherever he came from and said “they said there was no one there.” And then got a lot of :shock:
I’d go to the movie with you, even though I’m iffy about westerns. I’ve seen a couple Eastwood movies I liked. And I liked Tombstone once it got going. Val Kilmer was freaking brilliant in that thing. But the last “western” thing I saw was Brokeback Mountain, which I hated and couldn’t get all the way through. (I made it through about 90% of it and couldn’t take it anymore.) Of course when anyone says they don’t like that movie, they’re instantly branded as homophobic, but homophobia certainly doesn’t explain the fact that when Lizzie was in the Gay/Straight Alliance at school, they all watched it and hated it, too. :lol: I’m perfectly willing to watch gay people, but please make the characters *interesting* so I give a crap about them. And so I stay awake.