I don't know about you, but I resist discipline and organization. But, as I have had to embrace my adulthood and all the papers such as paychecks and bills and insurance that come along with adulthood, I have also had to decide that I was going to do something about the stacks of papers and bill stubs that were accumulating near my desk. After all, it is good to be able to get to the desk chair. I was organized at one point, but the magnitude of new bills that comes with buying houses and cars just overwhelmed me. And it was easy to make piles, without even opening the bills thanks to our friendly online bill pay. The car bill comes in and I think, "It is taken care of, go ahead and join your brother house bill and sister water bill on the floor while I write blogs and play stupid online games that make me smarter."
But, alas, when you have enough paper on your floor to stuff some sheets and create a bed for the guests, it is time to do something about it and something manly (to prove that I am not just a panty wearing freak as mentioned in an earlier blog) and build furniture like the good old days to contain the ebb of my paper flow. I went to my friendly neighborhood IKEA store and found some beautiful shelves that would complement the desk I already had.... the design? ALVE... I know that means a lot to you. They are tall slender shelves with a rolling file cabinet on the bottom. Since I have put them together, I have found a sanctuary for all my books and papers as well as creating a new need for a place that guests can sleep again.
As manly as it is, putting this conglomeration of boards, screws, dowels, hinges, wheels, shelves, and whatever else happens to be in there, it can be a tedious experience. It is tedious especially when a part breaks and you have to go back to the store to get another. (foot note.... when building multiple pieces, be sure and put them all together so you don't have to make multiple trips). Since I have had the shelves together, my life has been more peaceful and serine and my wife happy too.
But, the one thing I learned from this experience was that if God made me the first man on Earth, I would have been great at naming many things from all my furniture building experience. No longer would we have cuss words because "sorry piece of s**t" is what we would call a shelf. "Dumb A**" is what we would be calling a hinge on a cabinet. Stupid Mother F****r is what a desk chair would be called. And among all the other names I can come up with for these parts, the little metal locking screws which keep breaking on me would all be called "dumb bastards."
Be sure and share this with your friends and family because when they ask you to hand over the "sorry piece of s**t" you can all be on the same page. One more thing. When going to your favorite place to get your choice of furniture in a flat box be sure to get some extra "dumb bastards" because they are always the first to go. For sure.
