Saturday, February 24, 2018
Things don't dust themselves, who knew?
I can't tell you how many times this has happened in my life. I can't say I get embarrassed, housekeeping has never been my strong suit, but I find myself surreptitiously hauling out a dust-cloth and shoving the dust around. In the old house, the fire was always the distributor of such largesse. Here in the apartment? I could say I burn incense and candles. The problem with my brain is I wonder where the hell this stuff comes from in the absence of fire ash and dog (she was handy also as a dust instigator).
Today I had kinda built-ins arrive from the furniture maker. His photos looked wondrous, his prices excellent but the end product?
Dear gawd, a bit of a shocker as to quality. I was disturbed a bit when he showed up missing some important teeth from his upper jawbone. We talked different languages starting immediately. I questioned the non-finishing of the pieces, it went like this:
"I was under the impression that you would furniture finish the two pieces."
"Ah, you'll have to give them a bit of a wipe to get the sawdust off."
"I don't mean that, if you look at the table here and the chairs, you'll know what I mean."
"No, I don't."
"A reflective finish, fine sanded like this table."
"You don't want that, it destroys the look of the wood."
"I don't think so."
"And I see you didn't use wood filler in the screws or the mistaken screw holes (there were several aborted attempts in drilling for screws) either."
"You might want to take things apart and move screws and you can't do that if they're glued."
"And the side of the desk is the wrong measurement. I scanned you my design."
"It looks fine, I offer a lifetime guarantee on my work."
"I wasn't expecting plywood as a desktop."
"Nice and light to move around."
"But it's permanent in the corner, no moving around."
"Ah, but you might want to move it around."
I gave up. Sometimes you just cut your losses, you know?
I don't want to see him again and frankly, I was a little scared to tangle with him. And I've sucked up my disappointment and adapted my office space and the desk fits nicely in the corner and the pullout keyboard drawer works well, it was his piece de resistance. He couldn't stop demonstrating it.
And oh, yes. Bonus: I dusted.