Sometimes, life just wants to fuck with you for the fun of it…
Step 1) Measure doorway.
Step 2) Measure hallway.
Step 3) Build new wardrobe in living room as measurements are good.
Step 4) Measure actual assembled product, yep, *definitely* good.
Step 5) Move it towards the bedroom.
Step 6) Realize that hallway corner is just barely navigable, but persistence with small movements pays off.
Step 7) Arrive at bedroom door, slamming into top of doorframe.
Step 8) Notice that there’s a wood trim piece on the floor that you forgot to account for.
Step 9) Realize you are trapped in bedroom without tools, essentially with no way out but the 9th floor window, and wardrobe won’t fit or go back down the hallway (without a ton of effort anyway).
Step 10) Curse expletives that would make a sailor blush (albeit very quietly as its now late and don’t want to wake neighbors).
Step 11) Go total MacGuyver and use an old computer case cover to pry wood trim from the floor (tools are in other room which I can’t get to, remember).
Step 12) Slide wardrobe into position, re-affix wood trim to floor, and admire your ingenuity and problem solving ability.
Step 13) Go post on Tumblr in hopes someone will enjoy the story and hopefully laugh with you, not at you.
(edited to fix typos)
