The Complexity of Doors — Who Knew?
Who knew that getting a few doors built and installed would be such a saga?
I spent months dealing with the door that was to go between the living room and the second bedroom. And this was over the course of a year 😱
There were two days of 6 hours each of the Senegalese guy in my apartment, installing the door. And he turned out to behave in quite a belligerent way with me and made me very uncomfortable.
Then there were the months of me asking the Italian brothers to fix what the Senegalese guy had done. (I had hired them, but they sent me the illegal African, which they should not have done.)
Then there was my time varnishing and painting the door and running around the city trying to find hinges that would work. (What the Senegalese guy had used was NOT working).
Then I had to hire someone with a truck to take the door back to the workshop (at my expense) for the Italian brothers to add a horizontal support piece so the door wouldn’t bow.
Then, finally, they returned to my apartment with the door, and fussed for many hours to get it hung.
See the saga:
The next video, below, covers the issues with the door I needed in the hallway. You’ll see at the end of the video, the Italian asks me the classic question (that almost 100% of the workers asked me): “Sei sposata?” (Are you married?).
When workers asked this in a leering way it drove me nuts. But, with this particular Italian carpenter, I didn’t mind it (although I noted it) because he was not leering and he and I were “bonding” a bit over our poor choices in a marriage mate.
Plus, I needed a laugh desperately as I was reeling from the stress of the doors and of a hundred other aspects of the remodel.
You’ll also see in this video how I remedied the color of the door when I didn’t end up liking the way I’d initially stained it.
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