Jul 25, 2008 04:22
I'm a brewer. If something annoys me, I will brew on it until I slowly come to a boil and finally explode. These brewing episodes can last anywhere between 10 minutes (someone tapping a pencil in class really loudly), or a few weeks/months (someone doesn't put toilet seat down/ broken bed)
I will focus on the broken bed issue today. I am very, VERY close to a boil, and the thing is... it's been broken for about 2-3 weeks now. So much so, that a few minutes ago, I was actually contemplating not going to the washroom until the morning so that I don't have to get up and make my mattress collapse into the underneath drawer full of stuff. Basically, it's a bed frame that separates the under bed storage and mattress with these wooden planks, and these wooden planks, that have been recently replaced if you can recall from my previous rant of a few weeks ago, keep falling in in the middle because the bed kind of likes to see me squirm (best explanation I can come up with)
So anyhow, as I am very storage conscious, the under bed area is full, and I KNOW that if enough planks cave in, that the mattress will too and all my stuff will get smooshed, and my bed will be nothing more than a huge to-the-dumpster pile of ikea wood....
when the 2-5 middle planks cave in, I usually just lift up my (very heavy) mattress and put them back, only to have them collapse as I try to get on the bed.
What happens is that if I make a sudden move, it caves in, if I apply pressure in the wrong place, cave in, and therefore going to the bathroom is a complete test of wills between me and the bed. I can't take it any more!!! unfortunately, as a brewer, unless I am at that boiling point, about to explode, with the issue occupying all my worrying capacity, the problem will receive no attention during the time it can be fixed (day time).
I'll get it fixed tomorrow... right?
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