Poseidon and I are getting ready to put our house on the market, which means some home improvement is needed, but neither of us are what I would call "handy" (which is a crying shame because my father was a carpenter and an airplane mechanic crew chief in the Air Force and Poseidon's dad, though an Econ. Professor by day, he was a sculptor/builder on the weekends), so we are totally winging the home improvement projects (in other words, we are probably going to have to pay for people to come and fix the shit we royally screw up).
My problem is (who am I kidding...like I only have "1" problem) my time management skills suck beyond belief (which isn't good because I'm a project manager) when it comes to home repair. For example, we are re-tiling the bathroom floors, so I think it should only take an hour total. OK, that was about 6 days ago. I realized we needed to take the toilet up, and silly, stupid me, thought it should take only 5 minutes to unbolt the toilet from the floor and put it in the hall. The bolts are 30 years old and corroded beyond repair, yet I didn't take that into account. It took a couple of days to get the toilet off of the floor. I won't go into the entire pathetic, slit-my-wrists-now story, but we had to order a new toilet from Lowes and we are going to spring for the $99 charge to have them install the thing.
I blame God, Buddha, Vishnu, etc. for swinging down the hammer of karmic retribution. Everything unsettling (aka life) that happens to me I blame everyone within a 50 miles radius plus God, Buddha, and Vishnu, then I start dwelling on everything bad that has ever happened to me, including stitches in my head, sore throats, a nail in the bottom of the foot, growing up poor, not getting to buy the coolest socks, my father dying, etc.
If I could only blame the bolts instead of me, I think we could make real progress...
--Fortuitous Observer
