The bin was as easy as throwing shoes in (and I like throwing things into things). The rack on the other hand was a bit hackier, which goes along with the whole "Emily can't do home improvement stuff" theme. Everything was going so well; I used the leveler and marked holes to drill for the rack. I drilled the first hole; hammered in an anchor. I drilled the second hole; oh joy! I had finally managed to find a wall stud in my apartment (except this time I
didn't want to). So here I am with a big, honking hole (larger than usual to make room for the thicker anchor) drilled all the way back into the wall stud. At first I thought "oh hey I can still shove the anchor in there", which I tried. But, you see, my friends... wall anchors operate on the principal of there being
space to expand. And so I reached a point where the screw just couldn't go into the anchor any farther due to its inability to expand inside the wall. This is when things got (more) retarded. I suppose one option would have been to move the coat rack over a little and fill in the holes I had just drilled. But I was too stubborn and wanted to keep it where it was. So... using Emily logic, I pulled out the offending anchor, cut it in half, filled the stud hole halfway with spackle, shoved the half-anchor in and
then screwed in the matching screw. Boom! This is why I will never be a surgeon. I could see myself accidentally removing someone's eyes, dropping them on the ground, slipping on them, and hot-gluing bottle caps to the person's face as a substitute. Well, at least his eyes would be worth something in the Fallout universe. :|
