MystyGlyttyr
09-03-2006, 06:56 PM
Not the drink, heh. I'm a teetotaler.
Anyway...for background, I know my way around tools. My grandmother gave me hammer, nails, and loose boards when I was a LITTLE girl...we're talking three or four...and I could nail straight and build basic little boxes even then. Since then, I've added screwdrivers, drills, sanders, etc., to my ability. Hand me a household tool, electric or regular, and I can fit it in the right hole 11 times out of ten. In our house ALONE, there is a computer desk, two sets of shelves, a bookcase, and an EXTREMELY complicated bed/chest of drawers combo that I have put together ALL by myself.
So explain to me why, when I went to the store yesterday and bought myself a $20, tiny, very basic two-shelf storage unit, with maybe four pieces and about 12 screws total, with the holes PRE-DRILLED for everything, my father doesn't think I can get it done?
"Daddy, where's your electric screwdriver?"
"What are you doing?"
"I'm just gonna put this shelf together."
*grunt* "Bring it here, I'll do it."
"...no, Daddy, seriously, I'll have it done in about three minutes. I just want to borrow your screwdriver."
*digs microscopic screwdriver out of Swiss Army knife* "Just bring it on back here..."
"...you know, never mind, I'll find it myself..."
EVERY TIME! EVERY TIME I have something to build, fix, program, or whatever, he has to hover over me, tell me how to do it, "fix it" or break it because he has no idea what's going on but I suppose because I lack outdoor plumbing, I must not either. GAHHHH!!! *strangling motions*
I put the shelves back in my car trunk and brought it back to town with me. That way he can't "put it together for me" while my back is turned. :rant:
He's gonna be REALLY freaked out when he realizes I rotate my own tires, too. *le sigh*
Anyway...for background, I know my way around tools. My grandmother gave me hammer, nails, and loose boards when I was a LITTLE girl...we're talking three or four...and I could nail straight and build basic little boxes even then. Since then, I've added screwdrivers, drills, sanders, etc., to my ability. Hand me a household tool, electric or regular, and I can fit it in the right hole 11 times out of ten. In our house ALONE, there is a computer desk, two sets of shelves, a bookcase, and an EXTREMELY complicated bed/chest of drawers combo that I have put together ALL by myself.
So explain to me why, when I went to the store yesterday and bought myself a $20, tiny, very basic two-shelf storage unit, with maybe four pieces and about 12 screws total, with the holes PRE-DRILLED for everything, my father doesn't think I can get it done?
"Daddy, where's your electric screwdriver?"
"What are you doing?"
"I'm just gonna put this shelf together."
*grunt* "Bring it here, I'll do it."
"...no, Daddy, seriously, I'll have it done in about three minutes. I just want to borrow your screwdriver."
*digs microscopic screwdriver out of Swiss Army knife* "Just bring it on back here..."
"...you know, never mind, I'll find it myself..."
EVERY TIME! EVERY TIME I have something to build, fix, program, or whatever, he has to hover over me, tell me how to do it, "fix it" or break it because he has no idea what's going on but I suppose because I lack outdoor plumbing, I must not either. GAHHHH!!! *strangling motions*
I put the shelves back in my car trunk and brought it back to town with me. That way he can't "put it together for me" while my back is turned. :rant:
He's gonna be REALLY freaked out when he realizes I rotate my own tires, too. *le sigh*