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May. 24th, 2003 05:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Delivery of the new bed had been promised between 8 and 10 this morning, so I was a bit peeved when the truck didn't roll up until 11:15. I was immediately mollified, however, by the two young delivery guys--a gorgeous black man with dreadlocks and ripply arm muscles and a vaguely Caribbean accent, and a cute white kid with a buzzcut and *short* short cut-offs and fuck-me construction-worker boots at the end of his long bare muscular legs. Both were very sweet, and I felt a slight twinge of guilt for my pervy fantasies about just what they might have been getting up to in the back of the truck to make them so late. (My god, I never used to be like this before I met all you people. You ought to be so *ashamed*...)
They left, and I set to ripping apart the huge boxes and studying the cryptic instructions for assembly of the bed frame. Two conclusions: (a) technical writing, as a discipline, has before it vast virgin territories where its very existence is unknown (say, for instance, the crafting of instructions for assemble-it-yourself furniture); and (b) putting together a heavy iron bedframe is something that really goes much better if you have more than one person involved.
Nevertheless, I forged ahead, undaunted by grey blurry line drawings of complex jointures, and the need to go down to the hardware store and replace all the *crap* bolts that were supplied. And I am now sweaty, sore, very achey in the lower back, but by god I have a bed that is, like, *yards* up off the floor. When I was done, and had put clean sheets on, and the bedspread, I flopped onto it, and felt like I could almost reach up and touch the ceiling. Never again will I have bedcovers trailing on the dusty floor and getting stepped on! Plus, in addition, my vast I am Mighty Furniture Assembly Woman! mojo has been replenished. And I even got the acreage of cardboard packaging broken down and tied up and set out for recycling. Now for a hot bath and a cold beer.
They left, and I set to ripping apart the huge boxes and studying the cryptic instructions for assembly of the bed frame. Two conclusions: (a) technical writing, as a discipline, has before it vast virgin territories where its very existence is unknown (say, for instance, the crafting of instructions for assemble-it-yourself furniture); and (b) putting together a heavy iron bedframe is something that really goes much better if you have more than one person involved.
Nevertheless, I forged ahead, undaunted by grey blurry line drawings of complex jointures, and the need to go down to the hardware store and replace all the *crap* bolts that were supplied. And I am now sweaty, sore, very achey in the lower back, but by god I have a bed that is, like, *yards* up off the floor. When I was done, and had put clean sheets on, and the bedspread, I flopped onto it, and felt like I could almost reach up and touch the ceiling. Never again will I have bedcovers trailing on the dusty floor and getting stepped on! Plus, in addition, my vast I am Mighty Furniture Assembly Woman! mojo has been replenished. And I even got the acreage of cardboard packaging broken down and tied up and set out for recycling. Now for a hot bath and a cold beer.
All Hail Mighty Furniture Assembly Woman!!
Date: 2003-05-24 05:25 pm (UTC)Enjoy your new bed. I know how it feels; I bought a new bed, box frame, matters and ALL last year and I just can't believe how convenient and comfortable it is. Lots of space under that bed for storing boxes of my videos, easy to get out off in the morning, and looks great with a new coverlet in tones of blue and purple.
namaste SF Nancy
ps - enjoy the fantasies! Isn't it fun to be pervy!
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Date: 2003-05-25 05:07 am (UTC)I know! This morning, I woke up feeling like my four limbs weighed a hundred pounds each, and after a few minutes of lying there and moaning, I just rolled to the side and presto! Standing upright! Instead of having to lurch and heave myself to the vertical! Man, it's really nice to have gravity working *for* me, for once in my old age.
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Date: 2003-05-24 07:24 pm (UTC)And *word* on the instructions. Why don't they hire actual *writers* to do this stuff? Because there are a lot of us out here and it's not like we have so much money we wouldn't be interested. *G*
Tomorrow, write and let us know how you slept. :)
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Date: 2003-05-25 05:18 am (UTC)Oh, and I slept very well, although I discovered a strange brief recurrence of my old childhood fears of Monsters Under The Bed.
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Date: 2003-05-25 05:52 am (UTC)Just keep your feet away from the edge, and under the covers at all times, and you will be fine! :-)
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Date: 2003-05-26 12:03 pm (UTC)Way to go, Kat. You truly ARE furniture assembly goddess! A couple of nights in a bed that's not a slingshot, and you'll start to knit back together. :-)
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Date: 2003-05-25 12:51 am (UTC)Mmmm, pervy fantasies....
Plus, yay! for Mighty Furniture Assembly Woman mojo!
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Date: 2003-05-25 05:22 am (UTC)You know, I realize that every stick of furniture in my house (except for the sofa and the antique rolltop) I assembled myself. That's a lot o' mojo (and a lot of hours of cursing and fiddling and staring at incomprehensible instructions). I think my original idea was that next time I move I could just take everything apart, and it would be much more easily portable. AH HAH HAH HAH HAH!!!!
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Date: 2003-05-25 12:51 pm (UTC)Glad to know there are hot delivery guys still roaming the earth.
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Date: 2003-05-26 01:05 am (UTC)But I assembled a large, fairly complicated bookcase on my own, with instructions only in Danish, and no way to call anyone to pathetically whine for help, because the phone wasn't working yet...
But in the end, I triumphed, and as I muscled the behemoth upright, I could hear the thunderous opening chords of "Also Sprach Zarathustra", and there I was, a proud hominid who'd just made a tremendous evolutionary leap forward.
Was it like that for you? And...when you have guests (guests who aren't necessarily orgasm friends), will they be invited to sleep with you?
Kat, the mighty mojo woman.
Date: 2003-05-27 04:38 pm (UTC)Take care and get lots of sleep!
namaste SF Nancy