A harsh reminder
Just when I feel like I've finally gotten into the groove of the whole "being an adult" thing, something comes along to reinforce how clueless I am.
Not too long ago, my futon broke. Considering my car is tiny as hell and none of my friends own trucks, I figured I'd might as well go to a real furniture store that could deliver and have movers lift it for me and shit, instead of just picking something up from Target. So I wandered on over... and realized I had absolutely no idea what I was doing.
The woman who worked at the store was very nice and answered all my questions, but I had no idea what questions to ask. How do I know what to look for in a sofabed? How do I know if I'm getting a good price? What are some things to watch out for? What was the process of buying it? I had no clue.
I like the one I ended up getting, which I chose because it was 1) the cheapest, 2) in stock, and 3) had upholstery that will probably withstand my kitties the best. It also looks pretty, so yay.
But the entire time I was at the store, I felt incredibly young. I was terrified that the employee who was helping me was silently judging or ridiculing me for being a young whipper-snapper who had no idea what she was doing, even though I had no reason to believe this.
So I went home and painted my sewing cabinet, which made me feel somewhat better.
Not too long ago, my futon broke. Considering my car is tiny as hell and none of my friends own trucks, I figured I'd might as well go to a real furniture store that could deliver and have movers lift it for me and shit, instead of just picking something up from Target. So I wandered on over... and realized I had absolutely no idea what I was doing.
The woman who worked at the store was very nice and answered all my questions, but I had no idea what questions to ask. How do I know what to look for in a sofabed? How do I know if I'm getting a good price? What are some things to watch out for? What was the process of buying it? I had no clue.
I like the one I ended up getting, which I chose because it was 1) the cheapest, 2) in stock, and 3) had upholstery that will probably withstand my kitties the best. It also looks pretty, so yay.
But the entire time I was at the store, I felt incredibly young. I was terrified that the employee who was helping me was silently judging or ridiculing me for being a young whipper-snapper who had no idea what she was doing, even though I had no reason to believe this.
So I went home and painted my sewing cabinet, which made me feel somewhat better.