shelves, shelves, shelves
Apr. 14th, 2007 05:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dream_labyrinthI woke up this morning mentally moving shelves, so I decided - as I had planned to walk up to the base to get my bike anyway - to actually convert that mental energy into physical energy and really move shelves.
I can already say that we will have a lot of shelves left over. (Okay, Houston, we have a problem here: How do I differentiate between the whole thing and one board? According to LEO, both would be called "shelf" in English. The things we will have left over are the individual boards on which you put the books. The things I moved are the complete shelves, with poles left and right and several shelves/boards in the middle.)
Mostly, they were easy to move as they are assembled in a way that basically does not require any tools to take them apart. However, we have some shelves from an older series by the same company that did indeed require screws, and those were a pain in the arse.
I first had to move a set of four of the newer version of shelves to a different place in the library, which was fairly easy. Then I could empty out the only set of shelves we still had in place of the older system and take that down. It took forever as some of the screws had ben painted over and the whole thing was really dirty and yucky, but I managed.
Then I had to set up a new combination of four sections in its place. Problem was, I only had two section available that were already empty at the moment. So I started out to move those. And found out that whoever had assembled them was an idiot. It was the newer system, except for one piece that had apparently been taken from an older shelve. It lacked the grooves it was supposed to have for the bottom shelf to fit in, so instead of taking the right piece, somebody had drilled holes into the bootom shelf and used screws to put the pieces together. Which meant to take them apart I had to tilt the whole thing (two sections of shelves, which means three poles of at least two metres, connected with two bars near the bottom (there were two more bars at the top, but I had taken those off before realising the bottom shelves were stuck) and lean it against another shelf so I could get the screws off. I was alternately cursing at thed idiot who did it and praying the whole thing wouldn't fall against a window or knock down a row of shelves or land on my head. Lovely.
I did manage, however, and replaced the wrong piece when I reassembled it, so we won't have this problem again.
After I had set up those two sections where they were to go, I theoretically would have needed to move large sections of the journals around to free the last two sections. But frankly, I was sick and tired of the whole thing, so I just vacuumed the places where shelves used to be (the colour of the floor is quite different there, and there are also lines imprinted into the floor where the most weight of the shelves pressed down), moved a few tables to where our reading area will be and decided to call it a day.
Now I'm really tired.
Funnily enough, I'm not hungry, though I haven't eaten anything since breakfast, and that was not very large.
I'm going to make myself some pasta tonight, I think. A coworker made ramson pesto and gave me a glass to try.
I can already say that we will have a lot of shelves left over. (Okay, Houston, we have a problem here: How do I differentiate between the whole thing and one board? According to LEO, both would be called "shelf" in English. The things we will have left over are the individual boards on which you put the books. The things I moved are the complete shelves, with poles left and right and several shelves/boards in the middle.)
Mostly, they were easy to move as they are assembled in a way that basically does not require any tools to take them apart. However, we have some shelves from an older series by the same company that did indeed require screws, and those were a pain in the arse.
I first had to move a set of four of the newer version of shelves to a different place in the library, which was fairly easy. Then I could empty out the only set of shelves we still had in place of the older system and take that down. It took forever as some of the screws had ben painted over and the whole thing was really dirty and yucky, but I managed.
Then I had to set up a new combination of four sections in its place. Problem was, I only had two section available that were already empty at the moment. So I started out to move those. And found out that whoever had assembled them was an idiot. It was the newer system, except for one piece that had apparently been taken from an older shelve. It lacked the grooves it was supposed to have for the bottom shelf to fit in, so instead of taking the right piece, somebody had drilled holes into the bootom shelf and used screws to put the pieces together. Which meant to take them apart I had to tilt the whole thing (two sections of shelves, which means three poles of at least two metres, connected with two bars near the bottom (there were two more bars at the top, but I had taken those off before realising the bottom shelves were stuck) and lean it against another shelf so I could get the screws off. I was alternately cursing at thed idiot who did it and praying the whole thing wouldn't fall against a window or knock down a row of shelves or land on my head. Lovely.
I did manage, however, and replaced the wrong piece when I reassembled it, so we won't have this problem again.
After I had set up those two sections where they were to go, I theoretically would have needed to move large sections of the journals around to free the last two sections. But frankly, I was sick and tired of the whole thing, so I just vacuumed the places where shelves used to be (the colour of the floor is quite different there, and there are also lines imprinted into the floor where the most weight of the shelves pressed down), moved a few tables to where our reading area will be and decided to call it a day.
Now I'm really tired.
Funnily enough, I'm not hungry, though I haven't eaten anything since breakfast, and that was not very large.
I'm going to make myself some pasta tonight, I think. A coworker made ramson pesto and gave me a glass to try.
