Smart/Idiot

Usually, I think I am a fairly smart person. To prove my intelligence, watch my robot follow a black line, using a light sensor, then stop when it sees green using a color sensor, then pick up the green lego medicine bottle and bring it back to base:

Chances are, you can't do that. 

Keep that in mind.

Now, during the last post, I explained how I won the idiot of the day award by driving to Target, forgetting the coupons, driving back home to get them, only to forget to use them. Duh.

Well, I bought all those shelves, and I've been super eager to hang them up. I'm somewhat handy for a girl, so I thought I could handle it. I borrowed a drill from a coworker, and her husband kind of explained what he thought I should do. I've used a drill on a couple of other occasions--in robotics, and building a shelf, for a couple. But drilling a large hole into the wall is very different, and very nerve-wracking. 

So nerve-wracking, I didn't even hold the shelf up on the wall to see if I liked where it was. 

(This is integral to the ending of the story.)

I tried the screwdriver fast, with nothing but frustration. So I finally gathered up my courage and got out the drill bit. I started with a small one, and finally had to convince myself to move up to the biggest one. I got one of the holes drilled and the plug in, no problem. The second one, however, not so much. It was too small, then to big, then it wouldn't go flush, then when I finally got it somewhat, the hole was too big and the shelf wobbles. And I hate how it looks. Thirty minutes, toasted. And later this week--another hour to put it in a new spot, and patch/paint the huge holes in the wall. 

If you think I'm an idiot now, please refer to the video at the top of this post. 

The good hole (left) and the bad hole (right).

The final product.

The tools. 

Moral of the story: I need a stud finder. In more ways than one.