So, having a temper is not a good thing. In fact, it's positively painful.
Trying to put new furniture together, whilst having a temper is even worse....apparently.
I'm usually, quite a patient person but, occassionally, I snap - big time !! When I do go 'off on one' the results are not pretty. In fact, the resulting carnage is seldom pretty at all.
Welcome to the jungle of shelving units, baby. Let's have fun and games.
So, it didn't quite go as planned. Actually, to be more accurate, it was a complete fuck-up.
The theory was simple enough. Put the shelving unit together and place it in a position to house books or stuff. Except, being the little rascal that it is, it didn't want to go together the easy way. Or the hard way. Or any fucking way at all.
Ergo, I reached that point where frustration boiled over, and the need to twat something really hard with a hammer kicked in. Big time.
I will not be beaten by a piece of furniture!!!!
Thus, I twatted it with my hand, HARD.
" Ha, ha - Weren't expecting that were you, you piece of shit ?!"
All well and good, until my brain informed me that I appear to be pissing blood all over the place.
And so, after a quick reality check, it would appear that I had managed to pierce my hand, in a crucifixation type fashion. Blood was leaking, well, rather, spurting all over the place, and the furniture was sitting there laughing, in a wooden fashion.
For most people, that would be the end of the story but, Goth has petrol....and matches.
"Not so fucking clever now are you, my little wooden nemesis!!!!!!"
So, no. The shelves are not finished - although they do look rather fetching in the ash effect. I still have to clean the blood from the floor and I guess Ikea have another customer later...... "Nearly done dear..."