OMG, I have been so fricking tired lately. Neither John nor I am resting well at the new house, and this has been going on for over a month! Something has got to give, because I am arriving at work all ill-rested and cranky and just bitchy as hell. Yup, bad attitude to the max. And of course, I am breaking out like crazy, and that only makes me want to hole myself up at home like my old troubled days. Hell yeah, I’m about to turn into a fucking unabomber, I tell you.
Laura is proceeding. We got that second contractor in to get going on the master bath, so you know, more goddamn decisions. Seriously, people in the States have WAY too many choices on EVERYTHING. I just want a simple shower fixture. Fucking five catalogs later, we had to actually talk to a shopkeeper in person so we could get this shit figured out. You need a rough, a trim, and then you can go for a shower panel, a showerbar trio, a showerhead, a handshower… WTF??? I spend FIVE minutes every day in the damn shower. No, I don’t want body spray nozzles and aromatherapy and chromatherapy and steam jets or whatever. Jesus fucking Christ. In the end, we got the simplest possible setup, and it still set us back $450. That’s what you get with the Bubs. It might be basic, but it had better be top of the line. We went with Grohe. But the good news is that it’s selected and done. Parts arrive tomorrow, contractor already demoed the bathroom, pulled out the 300-lb tub, removed all the dryrot around the windows (water damage for years and years), rebuilt the framing, put in a new, smaller window, and come Monday, the shower fixture goes in. Exhale. Seriously. I’m not even doing the construction and this is so much fucking work!! It REALLY makes me wonder how other people are doing this. I mean, I am on it 24/7 and then I have John on it– we’re not wizards but it’s taken a lot of brain power. All of it. From measuring out the kitchen for new cabinets, new arrangements, specing out the cab units, measuring where to put the damn handles, deciding bath tile, calculating how many tiles, how arranged (seriously, the tile store guy did NOT help us– what ordinary person does measurements and math anymore these days??)… Exhale. Not that anyone REALLY cares, but I’m putting together a doc on what materials we purchased, where, etc. It would have been nice to have a cheatsheet of sorts. Sure would have saved us a lot of time and energy. Like dishwashers– holy crap. Consumer Reports is bogus. We don’t trust them. All the units they recommended got shit reviews on Amazon. Anyway, if you’re doing house crap and are looking for materials, I’m happy to send you the list. Btw, shopping online is incredible. Saves you SO much money. Customer service at the big box stores just ain’t what it used to be anyway. I’d rather save myself the money, gas, and frustration of dealing with incompetent store people. Total hassle.
In other news, big projects are wrapping up at work. I’ve grown quickly disgruntled there. Probably a combo of my own direct experiences and hearsay from those I trust. Shitty leaders suck, that’s all I gotta say. I’m so glad tomorrow is Friday. Already in need of a massive break. Btw, following the news lately? Seems like a rash of violent crimes lately. What the fuck is going on? The world is fucked. I’m convinced of it.
On that happy note, ta ta. Time for a hot shower and then going to bed early.