I’m unnaturally good at flat pack furniture assembly. And I know how pathetic a brag that is, given it’s a set of instructions and equipment. But everyone I know complains about it. I genuinely like it.
I set out all the materials and count them against the inventory to make sure they’re all there. Then I follow the instructions.
Whenever I’ve helped someone else do it, they start trying to figure out what attaches to what in the abstract, they tear open bags of bolts as they go and grab the one that looks right only to realise later that it’s 2mm shorter than the one they’re meant to use.
I don’t get it. It’s a recipe with all the ingredients provided. Prep the ingredients, cook following instructions.
My partner, who falls into the category of just trying to guess things, is pretty much banned from assisting me until there’s a bit where another human is necessary. But even then I’ll make do using leverage from furniture if I can.
And that’s my super long comment about how I’m good at something that’s remarkably easy, because it’s designed to be easy, but everyone wants to make it hard and then fight about it.
Also, here’s a great song with a relevant clip:
It arrives with one critical screw missing making the whole thing unusable.
