Me vs. my desk, round 3.4
Ahhh, yay for the post-wushu endorphin rush! It is very much helping lift the grey mood of late.
Also... my chair arrived! Whoo! It's all high tech and is adjustable in every possible way and looks like it belongs in a space station, except for the fact that it's spring green and matches my couch! Muhahaha!
I also am about four or five episodes behind on VMars, so spoil me and die. But any link collections to write-ups of the past four or five episodes would be highly welcome and rewarded with eternal gratitude! Alas, I have no other coin.
Sadly, despite the fact that my chair is here, I am still having problems with my desk set-up.
I ordered a desk online for the adjustable keyboard tray, because I am spoiled by my work cubicle set-up. But the keyboard tray wasn't adjustable enough! So I ordered another keyboard tray. It got here. I unscrewed things like mad and ogled at my new keyboard tray (with mouse tray!). I noticed they asked for a drill.
I'm sure it comes to no surprise to anyone that I have no drill. Also, I would like to note that trying really, really hard to use your screwdriver to poke a hole in the desk does not count as drilling.
I raced to Sears after wushu to get myself a drill, ogled at the numerous pieces of heavy machinery there, and briefly contemplated getting a nail gun, a chainsaw, or a giant spinning Wheel of Death (ok, it was probably a woodcutter or something. But... Wheel of Death!). After that, I briefly contemplated precisely how much bodily harm I would inflict on myself with said nail gun, chainsaw, or giant spinning Wheel of Death and promptly reconsidered. I found the drill aisle, ogled more at all the price tags and the many different varieties and brands of drills, and thought about how stupid I probably looked in my short floopy skirt and pink flowery flipflops.
A Sears guy came up to me and asked if I needed help, and I picked up a nice, small, cordless model and asked how much it was. It didn't come with the bits, so I picked up another one. It was affordable and portable and maybe not the very best drill there, but it'd do for getting holes in my desk. I congratulated myself on remembering that the little metal things were called bits and walked out, extremely pleased with myself.
Turns out I got myself a battery-powered rotating screwdriver, complete with about sixty billion different screwdriver bits.
For anyone who is even remotely curious, adding the battery power and the rotation still does not make a screwdriver into a drill, and in fact only results in minute dents in a desk surface.
I am quite sure that my desk is currently mocking me.
Also... my chair arrived! Whoo! It's all high tech and is adjustable in every possible way and looks like it belongs in a space station, except for the fact that it's spring green and matches my couch! Muhahaha!
I also am about four or five episodes behind on VMars, so spoil me and die. But any link collections to write-ups of the past four or five episodes would be highly welcome and rewarded with eternal gratitude! Alas, I have no other coin.
Sadly, despite the fact that my chair is here, I am still having problems with my desk set-up.
I ordered a desk online for the adjustable keyboard tray, because I am spoiled by my work cubicle set-up. But the keyboard tray wasn't adjustable enough! So I ordered another keyboard tray. It got here. I unscrewed things like mad and ogled at my new keyboard tray (with mouse tray!). I noticed they asked for a drill.
I'm sure it comes to no surprise to anyone that I have no drill. Also, I would like to note that trying really, really hard to use your screwdriver to poke a hole in the desk does not count as drilling.
I raced to Sears after wushu to get myself a drill, ogled at the numerous pieces of heavy machinery there, and briefly contemplated getting a nail gun, a chainsaw, or a giant spinning Wheel of Death (ok, it was probably a woodcutter or something. But... Wheel of Death!). After that, I briefly contemplated precisely how much bodily harm I would inflict on myself with said nail gun, chainsaw, or giant spinning Wheel of Death and promptly reconsidered. I found the drill aisle, ogled more at all the price tags and the many different varieties and brands of drills, and thought about how stupid I probably looked in my short floopy skirt and pink flowery flipflops.
A Sears guy came up to me and asked if I needed help, and I picked up a nice, small, cordless model and asked how much it was. It didn't come with the bits, so I picked up another one. It was affordable and portable and maybe not the very best drill there, but it'd do for getting holes in my desk. I congratulated myself on remembering that the little metal things were called bits and walked out, extremely pleased with myself.
Turns out I got myself a battery-powered rotating screwdriver, complete with about sixty billion different screwdriver bits.
For anyone who is even remotely curious, adding the battery power and the rotation still does not make a screwdriver into a drill, and in fact only results in minute dents in a desk surface.
I am quite sure that my desk is currently mocking me.