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If you thought my DIY habit was bad, you should take a look at this:
This is my boss and the company's do-everything man putting the final construction touches on the life-size giraffe they constructed. Bossman wanted giraffes in his garden at home, so he enlisted some help, purchased some supplies, and went at it.
I didn't just leave work one day and spy the giraffe in the parking lot (what a shock that would have been!). It's been a project that's taken much time and has spread all over the premises. It started out as a torso on the lawn,
followed by a head (thankfully attached to the torso),
and legs in the shop.
They have even evolved to reproduction: a baby giraffe!
I'm all for fun projects that result in something you're proud of, but this is a little over the top for me. (Plus, what kind of a garden must you have for a life-size giraffe to not look out of place?)
Bossman and Handyman have now turned their attention to dinosaurs and insects. You know the kits that you can buy that are precut balsa wood (or something) and you just slip the pieces together at the slots? Well, they decided to make jumbo sized ones. They purchase the kit, photocopy the pieces at ginormous-times zoom, and then cut those pieces out of plywood with a jigsaw or whatever. This is also out of my realm of DIY. (Plus, what kind of a garden must you have for a life-size giraffe family and jumbo-size insects and dinosaur skeletons to not look out of place?)
Not to mention that it can be kind of dangerous. Today, Handyman caused quite a hullaballoo when he cut the tip of his pinky off. (He's fine. It was just the very very tip; not to the bone or the nail. They even told him it will grow back, although I have a hard time believing it.) He walked in from the shop clutching a rag and told Bosslady he needed to go to the hospital. She proceeded to panic (I think) and bark orders at people while Handyman walked outside. It ended up as a group of us standing around with our coats half-on, all willing to drive to the ER, while Bosslady shrieked "Hurry!!" from down the hall. The short straw went to the coworker who does not faint at the sight of blood and knew which hospital to go to and had Handyman's wife's number in her cell phone (i.e., not me).
And I wonder: Does workman's comp cover erecting giant insects out of plywood?
