Sweet merciful turd on a shingle...

At the risk of losing more readers, another home improvement project has been thrust upon me.

However, after the boring-ass well tank epic, I just don't have the energy to follow this rabbit down the hole and attempt to chronicle it. The last such chase did not end nearly as dramatically as I imagine anyone would have wanted.

Instead, you guys can make up your own awful adventure based on the photo below.


Optionally, here are some elements you may choose to incorporate:

1. There was an incident with a botched front door deadbolt installation for which I was in no way responsible--though I would have, in all likelihood, botched it just as badly had I been there to assist;
2. the purchase of a replacement door was subsequently required;
   
3. we've never done a door installation of this magnitude before;
4. turns out you can't just replace a steel front door without replacing the jamb and everything, so we'd have to buy a pre-hung door and remove the old one to put it in;
   
5. also turns out no one in our area sells a pre-hung steel door set big enough to fit our doorway that doesn't also look like sparkly wet crap;
   
6. a two hour road trip to another town to fetch one that didn't look like sparkly wet crap was then required;
   
7. upon return with the door, it was discovered that the screws for attaching said new door were apparently made of Chinese pot-metal and were of SPECTACULARLY SHITTY QUALITY, for two of them sheered off during installation;
8. the decorative window in the door was installed improperly at the factory and is, in fact, not precisely parallel to the paneling below it by around an 8th of an inch, a fact that we did not discover until the door was well and truly in place;
9. said door was manufactured by the Masonite Corporation, who I invite, along with the National Fenestration Rating Council that certified the door, to eat a bag of dicks;
10. the deadbolt, once installed, turned out to be equally shitty to the quality of the screws and its mechanism did not stand up to even the slightest of pressure in turning the deadbolt, which resulted in a bent and no doubt Chinese pot-metal shaft within it, as well as its subsequent removal and return to the local retailer;
    
11. a new, more expensive deadbolt was purchased;
12. said new deadbolt was returned due to the fact that its purchaser (me) managed to get one with the wrong finish to match the door handle;
13. said new new deadbolt with the correct finish had to then be returned because its purchaser (me, again) managed to buy one with a keyhole on each side rather than one with a keyhole on the outside and a turning latch on the inside;
14. the returns clerk at our local Lowes failed to disagree with me when I pointed out to her that clearly I was a moron;
15. the moulding that had previously surrounded the old door is now null and void because the new door jamb does not sit as far in as the old one did, so a gap revealing the drywall beneath is clearly visible on three sides of the door;
    
16. as of this writing the door is still not fully reinstalled, though it is at least secured in place and has multiple locks present.