And I thought today would be the end of my stress.
I’ve been frantically getting the house ready for sale, throwing away huge chunks of my life, painting and repairing, laying tile, and packing up stuff to make way for new carpet. Today was C-Day, and the carpet guys arrived at 10:30 this morning.
When they finally left at 7 this evening, I had spent 9 hours frustrated and pissed off. Why? Because they were so forceful kicking my staircase that they completely knocked one of my stairs loose. One of the guys told me his brother was a carpenter — and just happened to be in the neighborhood. The carpenter wanted $250 to fix the step. I called the carpet store; the carpenter got pissed because he wanted to pocket the money without telling the store.
It’s now 12 hours later, and here I sit in a house with a gaping hole in the staircase that I must leap over to get upstairs; and lots of damage on my walls — the ones I just finished painting, and will now have to paint again. Tomorrow morning, I’ll have lost another day off my schedule waiting for a carpenter to come in and rebuild my steps. At least when they’re rebuilt, they’ll be stronger than before, right?
I’ve written about my bad luck many times before; the next time I complain that I have rotten karma, remember this post. I told you so.
Oh, and there’s the black and blue knee I got from trying to move furniture by myself and the lump on my forehead from where I walked into a low-hanging glass lighting fixture in my kitchen.
Ouch.
