We have a new champion!

It's official: drywalling is the new worst job EVER.

And with that in mind, I'm going to tell you how I really feel about it.

The next paragraph is not intended for children, the elderly, or my mom. If you're uncomfortable with coarse language, just skip it entirely. If, on the other hand, you bear a morbid fascination for general cursing, and want to get a sense of how much I really hate drywall, go ahead and highlight it to read.

I've thought better of it and removed my little curse-fest. Mostly because it doesn't really fit with the usually genial nature of the blog, and partly because my mom might decide to read this bit. (Hi Mom!) But if you want to hear me recite the whole thing, feel free to drop by anytime before we finish the drywall...

Ah. I feel so much better. Now that's out of the way, how about a mid-week update?

Last night we decided to head back into the bathroom and have another go at the piece of drywall on the left side of the bathroom door. I dunno if I mentioned, but the last time we cut it, we completely munged the placement of the cutouts and had to start all over. Well, this time didn't go any fuc... er, any darn better. (Ok, so maybe the swearing isn't completely out of my system.)

We measured carefully, and cut the piece just as carefully - so you can imagine our "surprise" when it didn't quite fit. It seemed a tad long, so we took it back out of the bathroom, and I carefully trimmed a little bit off the top. Then we hoisted it back into place... and it was a little bit too short. Okay, it was a lot too short. Short enough that, yes, we had to chuck the piece and start over.

It was about at this point that we looked at each other and wondered aloud whether we should just hire somebody to do the rest of the job for us. It was seriously that demoralizing.

Rather than give up, however, we soldiered on and decided to tackle another piece instead. Of course, we picked another of the more difficult pieces - the big one running across the top half of the bathroom wall that backs onto the workshop. The one with two cutouts in it - one of which was round. (Octagonal, actually, but who's counting?)

I won't bore you with the details, or inflict further accounts of the swearing involved, but suffice to say that by the time we finally got it into position (or a reasonable facsimile thereof), it was ten after eleven. And it still sort of looked like shit.

So you can probably imagine how amazingly eager we were to get back to it tonight, what with the "success" of last night's effort, but to our delight and amazement, we managed to get two pieces (one of which was of the more difficult variety) measured, cut, and hung tonight.

Behold, the bathroom is now sealed off from the workshop!





Here's where the bastard piece we just can't get to work is supposed to go:



Check out that awesome ceiling line, eh? It's no freakin' wonder it won't bloody fit...

Anyway, my beer is finished, and I'm going to bed.

Fuck drywall.