Warning: I feel like ranting.
So we have a craptastic back door that is quite possibly original to the house. It's drafty and ugly and it sticks when you try to open it. I hate it and desperately want some nice patio doors that work nicely, insulate the house, and aren't freakin ugly. Also, the opening where the door is would have to be widened to accomodate a patio door - and I don't know how much I trust myself DIYing that at this point.
Some more backstory: I'm a girl. I do things that people think boys are supposed to do - I am a software engineer, I wire up all of the electronics in the house and do basic home repair stuff (and am getting better and learning to do more advanced stuff since buying a house last year). I consider it my own personal brand of feminism - instead of whining about equality I just DO stuff that boys are "supposed" to do. But I can't get around the fact that I get emotional about stupid shit. If something makes me the tiniest bit upset, I will start crying and I can't help it. So this is the story of how I "won" a contest and it made me cry.
Yesterday I got a phone call from an unrecognized number. Ugh, okay, I'll answer it this time. "I'm calling to let you know that you won..." (I start thinking, oh geez, now I need to hang up on this guy) "... that you entered at BJ's..." (oh wait, I did enter a thing at BJ's) "... you won third place, and you get 25% off!". WTF? So I won and I get to pay you? So I was skeptical from the beginning. But what I had won was 25% the entire installation of windows or doors, and I hate my back door. They wanted to set up a free estimate, I figured I'd take advantage of the freeness of the estimate and let them come tell me how much money getting rid of that door would cost me. They had a cancellation for today so we set it up.
Fast forward to today, sales guy comes and looks at the existing door. I tell him how shitty it is and how much I hate it. He tells me all about how amazing the doors they sell are. They're pretty fucking awesome. More energy efficient than most of the super-energy-efficient doors out there with triple pane glass. He did a demo with a heat lamp where all other glass let a lot of heat through, theirs was cold to the touch. The whole time I'm thinking "these doors are awesome but just TELL ME THE DAMN PRICE, YOU ARE A SALESMAN SO I HATE YOU". Finally, after convincing me of the awesomeness of these doors (as I realize all salesmen try to do before giving you the price, ughhhh), he started writing up an estimate. I already put it in my head that I didn't want to spend over $1000 on this (I realize that it could wind up costing more than that anyways since the opening has to be widened but I KNOW I can get decent doors for around $500), since that was what I was comfortable spending out of my little baby 'stache. He starts rattling off all of the things that "this" comes with, including 50 years free replacement of broken glass... All of this shit is just adding up in my head, I know it's going to be expensive... $4888, with 25% off that I "won", it's $3666. "Yeah, that's way more than I wanted to spend," I tell him. In true salesman fashion, he continues to try and sell me this door. My eyes are tearing up because I really wanted a new door and I hate telling people NO but at the same time FUCK YOU I'M NOT SPENDING THAT MUCH ON THE *ONE* DOOR YOU HAVE TO OFFER ME! He adds on another 10% discount (where the hell did that come from? You couldn't do that to begin with?). No, still way too freaking much. I'm sure there awesome door is worth it but I don't have the cash to spend. The whole time he keeps recalculating the "monthly cost" with the "financing" and I'm just ignoring it until he asks me about that, can't you spend $65 a month? WHAT? No, I don't do financing. "Oh, did you hit a bump along the way somewhere?" (Implying that I can't handle financing or don't have good fucking credit or something). After that I wanted to throw him out the fucking window. "NO, I don't pay interest on things when I don't have to, I already have a door". At that, he scoffed and said something along the lines of "yeah that's not a door". fuck you, get out of my goddamn house.
Luckily at that point, my boyfriend called for the third time (I had been ignoring the previous calls), so I answered it while this guy packed up his shit to leave. At one point in the conversation he asked how it was going with the door guy and I told him I'd have to call him back. Once the guy left, I called my boyfriend back and told him how much it was going to be and that I had to tell the guy NO. I got pretty emotional because I really wanted that door and I felt bad for wasting this guy's time. Also, I hate it when I can't afford things. Boyfriend kept telling me to stop crying and didn't understand why I was in the first place. We discussed maybe hiring these guys down the line when we could afford it so that we could get their awesome door. Now that I'm typing out the story, I'm pretty pissed off about the financing discussion and their lack of variety/choice/etc so that probably won't happen.
Now my face is still red and puffy and will probably remain that way for a while but my eyes are mostly dried up. I definitely feel better after venting a bit. FUCK YOU SALES GUY. Anyone have any tips on dealing with sales guys? I realize that getting emotional is probably breaking the #1 rule in dealing with them but I can't help it. Or any thoughts about putting a wider door in place of a narrower one? If I was to hire someone to just do the opening, who would I call for that? How much do you guys think would be reasonable to pay for a door like this? Or do you think I *could* do it myself with a little more determination?