Useless and Bumbling

I went to the house after work one day last week. I was going to prime the baseboards that the husband removed from the kitchen. He had already removed the paint from a few and sanded them down. He also said he'd remove all the nails for me. Well, when I got there, he had only done three. There was a giant pile with a bunch of nails still sticking out. I examined the few he did sand down and two of the three had cracks in them. Oh, and I was supposed to wipe a couple of them down with bleach since they looked like this:


Too much for me. I figured we'd just see how much it would cost to buy new ones.

So I figured I'd remove all the old screws from all the window sills and spackle the holes. But I couldn't pull out the drywall anchors, so I gave up on that.

Well, the least I could do was to take the heat gun and remove the rest of the paint from the banisters. This is what it looked like when the husband did it:


And then my attempt:


Not to mention my scraped knuckles:


Alright, so my hand just looks ashy, but I assure you those scraped knuckles hurt!

Anyway, I gave the husband a call to vent my frustrations and that I quit and was going home. I told him of each failed attempt to which he just sighed, "Useless." And added, "So basically you've just been bumbling around the whole time." Hmpf! Way to encourage someone there, buddy.

I did manage to figure out the heat gun eventually and took off more paint from the banisters. But, boy, was I mad.