I wouldn’t say I’m the handiest person out there. I once had to call someone in the middle of the night because I couldn’t pry open the fire alarm that wouldn’t stop going off. I secured an air conditioner in the window with gorilla glue. I put up new blinds by sliding them into the already existing brackets and hoping no one ever pulls too hard on the cord.
But this bookcase–even I could put it together. It’s designed so that a monkey could do it in about a half hour; a human, 20 minutes.
However, there’s an important detail I didn’t know because in the past I’ve only ever been a helper or a helpful observer when putting bookcases together: you need another person.
Without someone helping, the easiest bookcase to assemble becomes an exercise in patience, balance, patience, patience, and patience. It was so frustrating because I knew it was so simple and yet, since I only had 2 arms and 2 legs, it became the most complicated thing I would do that day. Trying to line up those annoying ridges for the flimsy back pieces; screwing the screws in straight; attempting to make the shelves at least somewhat even–each seemed like an insurmountable obstacle.
And maybe it’s only because I just re-signed up for a dating site and am already disappointed in it, but it seemed like the task of putting together this bookcase was a loud message. This is what you get for being alone: a shoddily assembled bookcase that shouldn’t be looked at too closely, and no one to admire the result of your hour’s work.
But I refuse to be a pathetic, bitter single woman. It doesn’t go with my new mindset. So, 2 or 4 eyes that might scan this page: look. Admire. I put this together this bookcase. And I didn’t even use any gorilla glue.