Another day, another gray day, so it is going in this still early April. I think we can call it still early.
For a few days, at least.
Before the post of the post, a huge thank you to Melanie Johnson-Moxley for the coffees, but even more so for the sentiment. These days, so much of the writing feels like it’s in a darkness we did not cause and cannot control, so it means everything to hear I can brighten even a corner of it. Thank you.
And now Thursday.
Yesterday ended with an enormous dose of frustration. I was putting together a fancy new filing cabinet. I say “fancy” because it’s not a rectangular hunk of metal, but “wood” with gold details.
Like I said, fancy.
I’d done most of the assembly the day before, and then my dad said he’d do the drawers because when I tell you this thing was a pain, I mean it was a republican with nothing to lose.
So we finally get to the part of inserting the drawers and…they don’t go in. They don’t go in and they don’t go in. So I google the model and see if I’m doing something wrong. Oh I have to pull bearingy part of the rail out and it’s supposed to click.
It did not click.
But eventually, with some help, in the first drawer went. Slid like a dream.
Second drawer, no such luck. Finally, finally got it in but it wouldn’t close all the way. Pulled it out. Checked the screws. Still didn’t go in. The instructions said it “goes hard,” so I gave it a good dose of all, and finally it closed. But then the drawer wouldn’t open.
And when we got one open (there was an anti-tip mechanism) it overlapped the other.
Of course we combed over the parts, trying to figure out if something had gone together wrong because the inclination for women it seems is to always blame ourselves. I’ve found men don’t do that with such regularity.
Then it dawned on me, even if I had put something together wrong (and I didn’t), it’s still their fault because you shouldn’t be able to get to to the end and discover that.
But all the holes were in the right place, I think they were just drilled…off.
So if you’ve been with me a while you know how this is going to go but if you haven’t, don’t worry, a point is closing in.
Some things, no matter how you turn the pieces, are not going to work out. They simply aren’t.
You can scrutinize the parts and scrutinize where it went wrong, but in the end, that doesn’t really matter. What matters is sometimes it’s just…off.
Learning to be OK with that, especially for women when we’re supposed to be responsible for everything while having true power over nothing is a whole other kettle of flatpack furniture.
However.
It’s something to think about when you’re having your second shower of the day because trying to align drawers that were never going to align no matter what you did was essentially a second work out.
Have a great Thursday.
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