I don't know if it was on purpose or not. A 10 dollar part isn't worth making a fuss with a guy over, but it's enough to aggrivate me. I found it in the cardboard box of stuff that's going to be reused. Maybe there is a simple explanation, like maybe the screws were stripped out and he had to rip it off the wall, but the one screw that's still in it is perfect. I dunno. This did happen on Friday, after all. Just makes me feel better to post a picture of it. I just wish I'd have had a head's up on it, so that we weren't scrambling the last minute trying to straighten it without scuffing the paint, or paying 20 bucks more to have one overnighted. Luckily, a little voice in my head caused me to root through the box.
Oldman... I don't PO anyone on the job. I do that over the Internet. In person, I'm the easiest going guy you'd ever meet. Maybe too easy. Silly me, but I just assume that if you give someone a bit of work to do, they'll do it as well as I would, and they don't need a babysitter. That has been my biggest problem, over the years.