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SO pissed off I could cry!!
I’m sorry for throwing up a whiny/venting post so soon but you guys are truely the only ones who can understand where I’m coming from. Had I told anyone else I was having problems with my pole….well lets just say that on a whole we in the military have not always been famous for being the most enlightened individuals all the time.
Reasons why I want chocolate/to cry/to rip someone’s head off:
1.) I bought a peice of crap pole. Not a highly open minded area so the only places that sell them are Spencers and porn shops (not even a nice porn shop, would not feel comfortable touching anything I brought home from that place with bare hands!)
I didn’t freaking know any better, I hadn’t found this site yet so looking at the box of the Peekaboo pole I saw Carmen Electra. Hmm, if anyone would know their way around a pole it would certainly be her (yes, slurs implied here!) She wouldn’t endorse one made like crap, with joints I KNOW are going to take skin off, or is nearly too big to fit a hand around. Carmen Electra wouldn’t do that…..oh wait! SHE DID! GRRRRRRR!!!! I want my money back and one free shot to pop her in the face (neither of which is going to happen but hey, a girl can dream)
2.) My man has STILL not installed it. Yeah, I know its not the greatest but its at least vertical and stable (no wait, its in three peices in a bag in the closet!) I went out and bought him a brand spanking new level and a stud finder,which I am COMPLETELY incabible of working and or understand cus yeah, he wanted the uuber nice one and I just wanted a project completed. Only one of us got our wish. Gee…guess which one!
3.) Frustrated and pissed off I went and tried to follow the equally as misleading instructions (in my defense at least I didn’t end up with extra pieces) and managed to get it wedged up under the ceiling without being screwed in cus I didn’t want to start a fight over it. No I didn’t break my neck, I stayed with SUPER newbie moves which STILL kicked my butt.
4.) The day AFTER I get it at least vertical my father drops by two days early which means I need to put him up in the spare bedroom and scramble to take the pole down after all that hard work. Im begining to be more and more serious about wanting to slap Carmen Electra the more I work with this stupid thing.
5.) Ok, Dad’s gone, we’ve talked it over and now we’ve decided to put it in our bedroom so we wont have to explain it to any other guests. (Dad would have given birth to kittens right there on the carpet no matter HOW much explaining I did) When I say "we will put it up" it translates literally to me attempting to try to install this with (no lie) every single object working against me.
The drill is hiding, the stud finder smokes crack and I swear doesnt work, the pole is loose at the metal joint parts, the ceiling is a popcorn ceiling and does not taste good if you get it in your mouth (just FYI), he’s out of town for the entire weekend and will look at me like I have three heads if I remind him he PROMISED to get it done before he left.
So yeah….if I hear the words joist, support beam or extender before oh I dunno….Thursday, I will slap someone. Dont worry Carmen Electra, there’s plenty more where that came from. Got a backhand waiting just for you dear.
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