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Tuesday, November 07, 2006

i didn't even think she was pretty

tomorrow i'll post the 2nd enstallment of "limited liability corporation" for you, when i can upload pictures again. right now those powers escape me. but i'll tell you the story now... so, a few days ago, the sink in the master bath off my bedroom (it's a half-bath with no door, before you get all impressed) started to come loose from the wall again, and rock a little when you would turn the water on or off, which made this incredibly annoying bumping sound against the wall. it's a pedestal sink, so there are two bolts which anchor the sink to the wall, and a vertical pedestal that really supports the weight of the sink.
this had happened before, and the woman in my life at the time gave me a bunch of shit about it, so i bought some new drywall anchors, and fixed it. well, over time, those anchors let go, and it started rocking again. so, i decide to fix it once and for all, so i buy some anchors that expand behind the wall, thus making it impossible for them to loosen up and allow the sink to rock. well, what should have been about an hour's worth of work turned into three days, 5 trips to the hardware store, and much cursing: cursing the drywall, cursing the cheap pieces of shit plastic anchors, cursing the previous homeowner for doing such a half-assed job...
and today the final straw was placed upon the camel's back. awkwardly poised under the sink, with a ratchet in one hand, a pair of pliers in the other (i had to hold the anchor with the pliers because the hole in the wall had gotten too big, and allowed the anchors to just spin as i tried to turn the screws), my head cocked underneath the sink trying to align the screw to the hole in the anchor. as i move the screw to the hole, i ended up pushing the anchor into the hole, and it falls down behind the wall.

so, i do what any self-respecting do-it-yourselfer does when pissed on by an inanimate plastic piece of shit for the third day in a row: i punch 6 holes in the wall, and throw a wrench through just for good measure. "well, i have to patch it now, don't i?" was all i could say.

so, $80 later, i know how to patch and finish drywall. so, it's all good.

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