I may have made a slight tactical error yesterday… and by that I mean that I did something monumentally stupid and now I’m paying for it. I had to go to Bunnings to pick up some foil insulation, a new set of drill bits because some bastard seems to have made off with our old set as well as some other miscellaneous building related items. When I got home I quite literally could not find anywhere in the garage to place the stuff I had just bought so I thought I’d shuffle some things around.
Big mistake.
Fucking big mistake.
Because once I started moving things about… and by that I mean putting everything back on the shelves where they belonged I couldn’t seem to stop. So now the entire garage is tidied up, and things more methodically stowed and you can actually walk around in there again but my back has been screaming "HOLY FUCK WOMAN! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?" at me all day. I’m in so much pain I feel like I haven’t been able to think about anything else all day…. anything else of course except how damn lazy do you have to be to let the garage get that way in the first place????
I don’t understand why people don’t put things back when they’ve finished using them. Why would there be three or four screwdrivers, at least two hammers, a few spanners and other tools left laying about on the ground, the work bench, in a bucket (?) and on a pile of bricks… rather than put back in the toolbox from whence they came? Surely it makes more sense to put it back when you’re finished with it so that you know where the hell to look for it next time you need it? It makes no sense to me to leave shit just dropped any old place. None whatsoever. How can it be too much trouble to take the 10 seconds required (or less) to return something to it’s allocated position?
It’s no wonder our damn drill bits are missing… I had half expected to find them in my cleaning frenzy yesterday and I’m convinced they’re going to turn up around here somewhere. Somewhere unexpected like under the Small Child’s bed or perhaps in the cupboard under the sink in the laundry or somewhere else equally unsuitable for stowing a box of drill bits.
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