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In actual work-related news, my WhisperRoom arrived today. Fifteen boxes of assorted sizes and weights. My plan was to unload all of the boxes from the truck to the garage myself, and then assemble the whole thing when Stef got home.
This was a silly idea.
The truck didn't arrive until 4:45 this afternoon, and although the driver was quite helpful about getting the boxes off the truck, I still had to haul most of them the length of the driveway before I could plop them down on the floor of the garage. I must be really out of shape, because I was wiped after the second 78-pound wall box, and there were still 4 more to go (including the ceiling and floor). I wasn't very psyched about moving them again into the house. Apparently, Stef felt the same way. The last thing she wanted to do after a long day at work was lug dense, carpeted fiberboard panels around the house.
The instructions say that two people can easily assemble these units. They don't, however, say how long it will take those two people. It's not like the assembly doesn't make sense. It's no more complicated than your average IKEA project. It's just time consuming making sure everything fits properly, and when you don't actually start the attempt until 7 pm, the excitement fades quickly.
So, we've abandoned the project for tonight. Rather than my goal of a fully-functional isolation booth, we have two gray walls and a floor. It looks like a minimalist art installation. We'll pick up where we left off tomorrow, tackling the more complicated pieces like the door and the ventilation system so I don't suffocate.
Pictures will follow. Wish us luck.
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