Introduction

I should write an introduction, but I really don't feel like it right now.

So yeah, we moved into our new house here in Newport News and I got the renovated garage as my room. It's insulated and air conditioned so I can't really complain. When I moved in however it didn't have a door, it was an open portal between the living room and my room. So after traveling to the local Lowes Hardware we determined that it would cost us almost $200 to buy, deliver and have a new door professionally installed. We said to hell with that we'll pay for the door alone and ship/install it ourselves (only $50 bucks after everything was said and done). We purchased the door, shoved it into the back of our Plymouth Neon and drove it home. Once there we tore apart the package containing the parts to install the door, tossed the instructions aside and went to work.

Three hours later (with only a hammer, a chisel, a cheap 6v drill and a screw driver set) we managed to tear up half the carpet in the entry way, hammer away, remove and splinter what remained of the plywood support underneath, peel away and destroy some of the entryway tile laminate and "mount" the door without the help of a level. We tested the door (at this point w/o a knob) and found that it rubbed up against the door frame really badly. At this point I was fed up with the whole thing. It was a small wonder everyone paid the $150 to have it installed right. I was about to take the hammer and chisel and chip away at the door itself to make it work when my roommate decided we should sleep on it. I grudgingly agreed and hit the sack shortly there after. The next day we went to work and he got off well before I did. When I got home I found that he had drilled the holes for the doorknobs and magically the door fit into the frame perfectly.

I asked what he did and he pointed to the pile of garbage we had accumulated during our 'home improvement session' the night before and smiled. Apparently step one of the instructions we had discarded said that most door frames aren't perfectly straight, and that they needed to be hammered down to fit right. So he had taken the hammer, and a phone book to distribute the blows, and nailed that SOB straight.

The important thing is I now have a door. It's not painted, it doesn't always latch on the first pull, and the floor beneath it is a complete destruction zone, but it works. Who needs instructions?

Bah