There really is no purpose to this post, I’m just going to rant about how difficult it is to construct a bookshelf. I mentioned earlier that I bought one and finally got around to putting it together. Am I equipped for such a task? Of course not! I am an English student! Where do I even learn these skills? Not at college, let me tell you.
Speaking of college, I tried using my college knowledge to aid me, but quoting Shakespeare just didn’t work. Beowulf also had no result. When these failed, I pulled out the big guns. I tried having a conversation about the female writer in Early Modern England with the scattered pieces of my un-constructed bookshelf. But alas, it was to no avail. It just did not want to respond. It appears that my education is not strong enough for such ventures. It’s by sure book-reader will alone that made me carry on after such a blow.
So there I was, after running around the house gathering tools that I didn’t need but felt safer having, and measuring tapes I also didn’t need but felt important carrying around, with every screw and board laid out around me in neat piles. At this stage, I was feeling like this:
And then I opened the instruction booklet. Immediately, I started feeling like this:
Because I only know the language of Shakespeare, dammit. I can’t handle the code of the engineers.
So, after two and a half hours of this:
I finally manage to put the bottom shelf together.
I kid you not; I literally just attached two pieces of wood together. But God damn, did I feel like this:
I then took a well-earned break. After which the real struggle began. After some more of this:
And a little bit of this:
And, most importantly, getting the help of my siblings with some of this:
I managed to build half a bookshelf! Let’s just say that we were feeling a lot like this afterwards:
Because let’s face it, they’re as useless as I am.
And then it got too late and I was told off for unnecessarily loud hammering (because it’s like 12 a.m and I had to use the back of a screwdriver; hammer decided to run away without leaving a note. The bastard.)
(May have got my fingers in the process.)
So, after three long hours, I have half a bookshelf constructed and I’m feeling pretty good about myself. A little bit empowered. If I can do this as an English student, what can’t I do? I can conquer the universe! Always challenge yourself. It’s a whole lot worth it.
And here is me now:
Thanks for reading! If you have the same problems with this uber-technical bookshelf construction, let me know!