The apartment -- and my life -- thus far:
Kitchen: Fabulous. I'll have to post pictures. Yellow paint, white trim, open and airy now. It looks great. Mom and dad and I painted, and I've got bits of paint all over my arms and legs to prove it.
Refrigerator: This was a bit of a conundrum. The Polish Subcontractors moved it when they were working on kitchen and bathroom, and somehow the wheels broke off the front. They claim the wheels were like that when they got there. I an skeptical, but have no proof otherwise. So: Dad riveted the wheels on again. Dude. Rivets are cool. And since he has a rivet tool at home, I get to keep the one he bought for this purpose! Wheee! Let me know if you need anything riveted, 'cause I'm the Rivet Queen. Go me.
Anyway, once the wheels were back on, there's still the problem of the kitchen floor by the fridge being nowhere near level. So dad bought a boatload of shims and built a ramp for the back wheels. It's roughly the height of a wheelchair ramp, or possibly a freeway on-ramp. He went a little crazy with the cheese whiz there. But the fridge is now level, and I am never moving it again. Ever. So help me god.
Freezer: Stocked with leftovers. Thanks, mom!
Dust: Largely gone. Except the bits that are not. But there's much less of it.
Shelves: I built shelves in the closets of my office and spare bedroom, using these brackets and two-by-fours. Note: two-by-fours are heavy. I did not fully realize this until I schlepped 46 of them of various lengths up my stairs. They make exceedingly sturdy shelves. Some of them are even level. I'm so proud.
Dad mentioned that they were sturdier than necessary, and the I easily could have used one-by-fours. "Ah," I said, "but think of the sense of accomplishment I got when I put those things together." "But you didn't need --" "Shut up, Dad. I'm sticking with sense of accomplishment." (I don't think he was convinced. Stupid rational engineer types!)
For the shelves in the spare room, I'd measured wrong and some of the boards I'd had cut didn't fit. Doh! Dad trimmed them and installed them. Thanks, dad.
Front garden: Weed-free, thanks to my mother, who was appalled by the state I'd let it sink to. Um, oops? It's still much better than it used to be? Sigh.
Various scratched, marred or unpainted bits of the main rooms: Now painted. Damn, I have a good-looking house.
Freelance prospects: Not hopeless. I've got a proofreading gig lined up. Wheeee!
Full-time-job prospects: Also not hopeless. But still no phone call. Oh please, oh please.....
Vacation prospects: Look, I really, really want to go to France with the family in July. The tickets are purchased. The plans have been laid. It would suck if something piddling like a full-time job got in the way of it. It's a dilemma.
Kitchen: Fabulous. I'll have to post pictures. Yellow paint, white trim, open and airy now. It looks great. Mom and dad and I painted, and I've got bits of paint all over my arms and legs to prove it.
Refrigerator: This was a bit of a conundrum. The Polish Subcontractors moved it when they were working on kitchen and bathroom, and somehow the wheels broke off the front. They claim the wheels were like that when they got there. I an skeptical, but have no proof otherwise. So: Dad riveted the wheels on again. Dude. Rivets are cool. And since he has a rivet tool at home, I get to keep the one he bought for this purpose! Wheee! Let me know if you need anything riveted, 'cause I'm the Rivet Queen. Go me.
Anyway, once the wheels were back on, there's still the problem of the kitchen floor by the fridge being nowhere near level. So dad bought a boatload of shims and built a ramp for the back wheels. It's roughly the height of a wheelchair ramp, or possibly a freeway on-ramp. He went a little crazy with the cheese whiz there. But the fridge is now level, and I am never moving it again. Ever. So help me god.
Freezer: Stocked with leftovers. Thanks, mom!
Dust: Largely gone. Except the bits that are not. But there's much less of it.
Shelves: I built shelves in the closets of my office and spare bedroom, using these brackets and two-by-fours. Note: two-by-fours are heavy. I did not fully realize this until I schlepped 46 of them of various lengths up my stairs. They make exceedingly sturdy shelves. Some of them are even level. I'm so proud.
Dad mentioned that they were sturdier than necessary, and the I easily could have used one-by-fours. "Ah," I said, "but think of the sense of accomplishment I got when I put those things together." "But you didn't need --" "Shut up, Dad. I'm sticking with sense of accomplishment." (I don't think he was convinced. Stupid rational engineer types!)
For the shelves in the spare room, I'd measured wrong and some of the boards I'd had cut didn't fit. Doh! Dad trimmed them and installed them. Thanks, dad.
Front garden: Weed-free, thanks to my mother, who was appalled by the state I'd let it sink to. Um, oops? It's still much better than it used to be? Sigh.
Various scratched, marred or unpainted bits of the main rooms: Now painted. Damn, I have a good-looking house.
Freelance prospects: Not hopeless. I've got a proofreading gig lined up. Wheeee!
Full-time-job prospects: Also not hopeless. But still no phone call. Oh please, oh please.....
Vacation prospects: Look, I really, really want to go to France with the family in July. The tickets are purchased. The plans have been laid. It would suck if something piddling like a full-time job got in the way of it. It's a dilemma.
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