Grrr.
Attempt #2 didn't succeed either. This time I cut a piece to go vertically, measured up nicely, went to dry fit it... couldn't quite get it in because the piece is 86" measured ceiling to joists with a half inch gap. So I can butt it to the joists and then leave a half inch gap at the floor. Sounds good, yes? No. Apparently the floor concrete varies just enough that I had to tetris that thing into place against the wall. Then I find out I need about another half inch off. So, I do the razor blade cut, but a half inch never just snaps off, it comes off in a billion pieces stuck to paper. So that takes a while.
I get that piece up and nail it in place with 4 drywall nails as the guides suggest. Then I go to work cutting the outlet holes. There are two outlets on this piece. I get the first cut with a handsaw, which is a major pain with the outlets there, but I do it. Then I go to work on the second one. This hole is a bit harder because down that low there are no nails to avoid flexing the piece too much while it's against the protruding outlets. I finally get the second hole cut... go to press the piece flush to the wall at the bottom... and the holes don't line up. While I was cutting the second hole, the piece shifted by about an inch, and now I can't get it over both boxes.
Okay, so the ugly truth, is that I'm going to have to pull off all the outlets and switches. Not long after changing all the outlets at the instruction of the wiring inspector. Grr. I can do that.
I pull the piece off the wall, throw it into a scrap pile, and go to vacuum up all the dust I made hand cutting those holes. The vacuum doesn't work. Takes me 5 mins to remove something that looks like a tribble from the hose and it's working again. I start sucking up all of the dust. I turn around and notice that the vacuum is shooting all of the dust up into the air instead of collecting it. I open the vacuum up and the filter on the output is ripped. All I did was distribute the dust all over the basement.
So I make a new filter out of an old T shirt and get the mess as cleaned up as I can. Everything down here has a fine white powder on it now. Sonofabitch.
I am about to go upstairs and I notice my wife has put a nicely folded pile of my work pants on the stair railing. Didn't balance it well. I only notice the pile of freshly laundered black dress pants when I see it fall onto the white dusty floor.
Now I sit here with a jar of blueberry moonshine waiting for my second work shift to start at midnight. Hopefully I'm a little less ticked off by then or I'm going to have to mute my conference phone for nearly the whole shift.