Mr. Blanding Gets Cable Installed.

I gave that cable installer his earfull this morning. Earlier in life I would have "let it go" and subsequently been annoyed every time I looked at the cable. My patience for mediocrity has been steadily diminishing and as "little" as this may be I'm not going to accept a "professional" doing a shittier job in my home than I could do myself.

Frankly, I'm proud of myself. I gave the guy shit for the shitty job, showed him the temporary cable I ran from the old box and asked him rhetorically, "How come the temporary cable I ran myself looks better than the one you installed?" And then on the way out I asked him if the Horton's litter in the hall was his. He said yes, so I asked him, "What's the matter? You can't even be arsed to clean up after yourself?"

And now, I just got a call from the superintendant. The cable installers will be pulling the cable and running it down the other side of the wall where it can be more easily hidden (which I "suggested" while I was reaming the guy out this morning). Even with this I'm still going to spend more time fixing this shit job than if they had simply demarked the cable at the wall and left me to run it myself because of the hole in the molding. Fortunately I was planning to go to Sears after work anyway to get something for my mom's 74th birthday, I can get some "plastic wood" to fill the hole with while I am at it. All this trouble over a wire that only exists for a service I have no intention of purchasing.

Now, out of curiosity, does anyone get the movie reference I'm making in the subject line?