On the shoe rack of pain

We are having problems with t’internet at home hence no entries over the weekend. Our computer tells us it has a link to the internet but our router doesn’t recognise that. So we called the company and after the performed extensive tests (or so they say) they decided that they needed to send round a technician. We had tried everything we could think of including resetting the router, but when he turned up he reset the router and as luck would have it we got a connection back – for 30 minutes. So we called back and they ran more tests. Currently we get 30 minutes of internet before it then shuts down. Which isn’t very useful.

Which leads me onto the other useless thing I encountered this weekend. Jen forced me to get a shoe rack in order to organize my shoes. I only have one pair of shoes but I do have walking boots, trainers and sports boots too, so I gave in and we bought one from the gypo store that is Wal Mart. Wal Mart is huge, massive, and it is really, really cheap, but the scary part are the people who shop there. My god some of them are fresh out of prison that morning. Anyway, we bought the aforementioned implement, and then we went home in order for me to make it (or put it together depending who you are talking to). Now I am not pretending that I am a Mr Fixit Handy Andy man,and I know there are some people who read this blog who can make walls and houses and footpaths, but I can put together these self assembly kits quite well as it doesn’t involve any skills. So it was quite a frustrating 45 minutes that I spent trying to get the shoe rack together. You see the thing had 8 screws and there were 8 holes. The 1st 7 screws fitted the first 7 holes perfectly, but for some reason I couldn’t get the 8th in. I tried all possible solutions until after 45 minutes of struggle I looked a bit closer at the screw only to discover that it was a different size to the other 7. I had spent 45 minutes trying to screw a wrong sized screw in to the hole. I went and found a screw that we had lying around that fitted, and finished the shoe rack. How can this happen, surely the parts are put in the box by machines, so how did the wrong sized screw get in there. If it wasn’t done by machine that means that some joker in China thought it would hilarious to waste my time by including faulty equipment. And of course Wal Mart don’t care because they have got my $14.95, and are none the wiser, really I should take it back and complain, but that will just anger Jen as my shoes will be all over the house. So instead of informing Wal Mart of how unhappy I am, I solve their problem for them.