Fucking fuck. Ok, so we bought a house around a month ago. It’s a beautiful house, but nothing we try to do actually makes things any fucking nicer. From the shelving unit supplied with hardware that does nothing but fall into the wall, to the shit sucking microwave that does not fit in the space that the microwave is supposed to fit in (and that was measured repeatedly before purchase) to the goddamn brand new bedroom set that came delivered with a cracked mirror and a fucking dresser drawer that doesn’t fucking close, to the goddamned flat screen I had to go buy because our old tv doesn’t fit on the new furniture that has a white case instead of the black one (who wants a white LCD tv?!?! We picked out black and asked twice to make sure it was fucking black!) and the remote that does nothing no matter what batteries are installed. I am sick and fucking tired of going out and finally spending the cash to upgrade from college fabulous to Actual House Grown Ups Live In only to have everything be an unmitigated disaster. Would it kill everyone to supply a bit of fucking quality?
Sure, all those nice folks at the store that were just jacking off my wallet were sure pleasant as hell when we were in the store, but just wait until something goes wrong. Now everyone just wants to give attitude and poor service. I feel like giving up and moving out into the yard in a fucking tent. I hope those people all choke on their cock sucking commission checks.
Except that at this rate the tent would probably leak.
Fuck spending hard earned money on over priced pieces of dog shit that do nothing but send my stress level through the roof. FUCKING FUCK ASS FUCKS. I’m going to have a drink now.