Sadly, I still don't have a finished ottoman to show you (shoot!)
But, it's not entirely my fault. I'm sitting here waiting for CenturyLink to come out and install the new phone jack for the internet, so I can move the office into the front room, so that I can stop competing with Diva's junk everywhere in this room, which quite frankly gives me hives (who in the world said that girls were cleaner than boys?).
Anyway, I thought I would give you a quick peek of what I found at the D.I. this weekend. For those of you who aren't familiar with Utah (that one state with the Mormons), we don't really have Goodwill's here, we have what's called Deseret Industries stores, instead. Same thing, though and I seriously love shopping there. Even though I have friends who think I'm crazy to shop at a thrift store (too bad for them).
I found it on friday while Diva was at her dance solo practice and Studly was taking his Mustang to the shop (Don't even ask how that one turned out...ARGH!). Since Destructo and I had to wait for at least an hour for Diva, I decided to take him on a quick "D.I. Run" to see what they had in the way of desks, or any other furniture pieces that I was interested in, but mostly I really needed a desk. I had been searching for a couple of weeks and had seen quite a few in the classifieds, but they were mostly too expensive or not the right look at all, or pure Sauder laminate style. I wanted something a little more solid and definitely cheaper.
Well, lo and behold this little beauty was waiting for me when we arrived for the low price of $20. I sort of checked it out and after judging that it would work, I got the attention of one of the employees.
Now, here is where things get a little interesting...you would have thought that my experience the night before would have renewed my common sense. Nope.
The employee came right over and I asked him to hold it for an hour for me, which is never a problem there. I figured I could pick up Diva and Studly, then Studly could take the truck back over and pick up the desk.
After I asked the guy to hold the desk, I said something like, "Okay, so I will just drive around back for it." to which he said, "Oh, okay, I'll get it ready for you now." meaning that he didn't put the hold on it because he thought I had changed my mind (I really need to work on clarification.) The cashier noticed this when I paid for it and feeling like a total dork I was prepared to drive around and make sure they were still going to wait for me, but instead my brilliant ass thought it would "probably" fit in the back and so I drove around where it was already outside waiting for me and figured I should probably just give it a try while I was there.
I should really re-think the thought of something "probably" working out, whenever it comes to things like this.
Well, after about 20 minutes of two guys trying their hardest to shove the desk all the way in, ripping the carpet and scratching the top of the hatch in the process, I realized that this was not going to work and so did they. I figured we would just unload it and I would go back to my original plan, even though I felt kind of bad that I had wasted their time. However, before I could stop him, one of them said he was getting a rope and would be back, so we could tie it and faster than Peter Parker, he was gone before I could finish telling him that it wasn't a good idea because I was a really bad driver and we would still have a very big issue that I discovered after the desk went in, which is that Diva was not going to fit. I couldn't exactly pull a Romney and tie her to the roof, either.
As the minutes passed, I realized more and more that this was indeed a stupid idea considering the fact that, not only was there was no room for Diva, but the drawers and desk were stacked dangerously close to Destructo, too.
After the guy finally got back with the rope that I told him not to get, I had to break the bad news...which made him less than happy, but the two guys unloaded it anyway after I made them swear on their lives that they wouldn't put it back on the floor and that they would wait an hour for the original plan to take place. Luckily, they did and Studly came home with it later that afternoon and unloaded it into the garage...and next time I will try to be more clear with the poor guys before I give them a weeks worth of cardio (and also not try to "squeeze" in something that "might" fit, anymore.)
But, it's not entirely my fault. I'm sitting here waiting for CenturyLink to come out and install the new phone jack for the internet, so I can move the office into the front room, so that I can stop competing with Diva's junk everywhere in this room, which quite frankly gives me hives (who in the world said that girls were cleaner than boys?).
Anyway, I thought I would give you a quick peek of what I found at the D.I. this weekend. For those of you who aren't familiar with Utah (that one state with the Mormons), we don't really have Goodwill's here, we have what's called Deseret Industries stores, instead. Same thing, though and I seriously love shopping there. Even though I have friends who think I'm crazy to shop at a thrift store (too bad for them).
I found it on friday while Diva was at her dance solo practice and Studly was taking his Mustang to the shop (Don't even ask how that one turned out...ARGH!). Since Destructo and I had to wait for at least an hour for Diva, I decided to take him on a quick "D.I. Run" to see what they had in the way of desks, or any other furniture pieces that I was interested in, but mostly I really needed a desk. I had been searching for a couple of weeks and had seen quite a few in the classifieds, but they were mostly too expensive or not the right look at all, or pure Sauder laminate style. I wanted something a little more solid and definitely cheaper.
Well, lo and behold this little beauty was waiting for me when we arrived for the low price of $20. I sort of checked it out and after judging that it would work, I got the attention of one of the employees.
Now, here is where things get a little interesting...you would have thought that my experience the night before would have renewed my common sense. Nope.
The employee came right over and I asked him to hold it for an hour for me, which is never a problem there. I figured I could pick up Diva and Studly, then Studly could take the truck back over and pick up the desk.
but, it didn't happen that way.
After I asked the guy to hold the desk, I said something like, "Okay, so I will just drive around back for it." to which he said, "Oh, okay, I'll get it ready for you now." meaning that he didn't put the hold on it because he thought I had changed my mind (I really need to work on clarification.) The cashier noticed this when I paid for it and feeling like a total dork I was prepared to drive around and make sure they were still going to wait for me, but instead my brilliant ass thought it would "probably" fit in the back and so I drove around where it was already outside waiting for me and figured I should probably just give it a try while I was there.
I should really re-think the thought of something "probably" working out, whenever it comes to things like this.
Well, after about 20 minutes of two guys trying their hardest to shove the desk all the way in, ripping the carpet and scratching the top of the hatch in the process, I realized that this was not going to work and so did they. I figured we would just unload it and I would go back to my original plan, even though I felt kind of bad that I had wasted their time. However, before I could stop him, one of them said he was getting a rope and would be back, so we could tie it and faster than Peter Parker, he was gone before I could finish telling him that it wasn't a good idea because I was a really bad driver and we would still have a very big issue that I discovered after the desk went in, which is that Diva was not going to fit. I couldn't exactly pull a Romney and tie her to the roof, either.
As the minutes passed, I realized more and more that this was indeed a stupid idea considering the fact that, not only was there was no room for Diva, but the drawers and desk were stacked dangerously close to Destructo, too.
After the guy finally got back with the rope that I told him not to get, I had to break the bad news...which made him less than happy, but the two guys unloaded it anyway after I made them swear on their lives that they wouldn't put it back on the floor and that they would wait an hour for the original plan to take place. Luckily, they did and Studly came home with it later that afternoon and unloaded it into the garage...and next time I will try to be more clear with the poor guys before I give them a weeks worth of cardio (and also not try to "squeeze" in something that "might" fit, anymore.)
lol, I've had moments like that at the DI too.
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