Sep 18, 2015 17:09
So... yeah, an unhealthy obsession with my toilet roll holder is still my life. Looking back on it now, I can see about 50 times I should have just given the fuck up/killed myself with a hammer/etc. If not at any point last week, then:
- When I went to Home Depot and no one would help me.
- When I cut my finger opening the drill bit package
- When the pilot hole per the INSTRUCTIONS didn't give me the correct size I needed. It was way too small.
- When the drill bit several sizes larger was still too small
- When the anchor I tried to put in broke.
- When the other anchor I tried to put in bent (it's made of plastic just so we're clear)
After that, I gave up. It should have been easy. I should have been able to do it, but instead, I had to bite the bullet and text my landlord to send someone to help me, which I should have just done to begin with. I didn't tell her about the fact that I've drilled into the wall, because I'm hoping that when the contractor shows up on Tuesday, he'll just want to use what I've tried to do and figure out a way to make the pilot holes big enough. If he doesn't, well, fuck me, but lemme just say this: the sinks that the previous contractor put in are crumbling faster than my self-esteem. At least the wall around where I made my holes is still kind of intact. (I bet you my holes aren't lined up enough ugh)
I'm upset about the whole (hole? o.O) failure though. First of all, this was an amazing plan as far as bad plans go. I found the exact same fixture, and I actually did exactly what the instructions said! Secondly, I really, really, really truly just hate not being able to do something. I don't like feeling incapable, and I hate it when I fit into assumptions people would make about me upon first glance. All week, I psyched myself up: YOU WILL NOT UPHOLD GENDER NORMS IN YOUR BATHROOM, YOU BITCH. But my bathroom is fucking cursed, so what can you do?
euthanize me