Anyway, if you've ever put together furniture from IKEA you know that they include wordless instructions and a crapload of wooden pegs, non-screw screws, and a set of allen keys. The instruction packet also features a happy little man who mimes something like, "Call IKEA if you need help!"
What follows is my photographic evidence of the process--from start to stop, frustration to frustration, bruise to ultimate triumph:
Those damn pegs pissed me off, I thought I would die one or two times when they kept popping out. Instead I hit things and swore.
Sadly, my office doesn't look much cleaner than this now...
Can you feel the chaos evaporating from my life? The cube-shapes are crying, "Order! Cleanliness! Success!"
Of course I picked the hottest day of the week to tackle the project. I was sweating a lot and took breaks to rub ice cubes all over my face.
Battle wound: it grew bigger and is now a nice, faded yellow.
Ooo, getting closer.
I own you, bitch: when I finished I sat on top of the bookshelf so that it would know who's the boss.
Yuppie-ville, here I come! Look at those baskets, those file folders, those boxes--so lovely. Seriously, I'm really happy with how this came out and can't wait to get the rest of the office squared away. Onward!