Being between jobs is a great time to step back, do some self-critique, and engage in light home improvement for fun and or profit. It’s this last pursuit that’s convinced me that if this whole computer thing doesn’t work out, I’m screwed — I don’t have the spirit of a tradesperson in my body. This revelation was prompted by my journey to install laminate flooring in my office, which has until now simply had a bare concrete floor. Originally, I had my heart set on some ‘Luxury Vinyl Planks’ (or LVP), which was not only recommended to me by industrious flooring salespeople, but was available in a variety of delightful colors and patterns.
Sadly, LVP commands a significant price premium, which was unattractive for what’s meant to be, ultimately, a temporary job. We’re going to get the basement finished eventually, with consistent flooring throughout, so why waste the money? Thus, I chose what seemed to be the ‘best’ laminate I could find, purchased all of the accessories and tools that I could find to aid in the installation, and spent hours reading and watching tutorials about it. Thus armed, I cleared out the office, cleaned the floor, and started to place the flooring.
Reader, it may surprise you to learn that this plan went to shit.