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I’m not a handyman at all.
When I was like 19 or 20, I needed some extra scratch, and a buddy hired me to do odd jobs on a construction site.
It was mostly deconstruction, like ripping out walls, cabinets, and floors. But I had no idea what I was doing, and hid in the garage for like 45 minutes because the foreman asked me to size a 2×4 and I didn’t know how.
Needless to say, it’s a good thing I’m not in the industry. Because if I was, there’d be a lot more shit like this on the planet: