Man vs. nature...

When I was in high school I remember learning about the types of conflict. In any story, there must be some form of conflict. As I recall, these are neatly categorized into 3 types: man (or woman) vs. man, man vs. self, and man vs. nature. Well, after spending the last 8 hours attempting to assemble shelving at the lobby of hobbies, I propose a new category: (wo)man vs. the poorly constructed shelving unit. No matter what I did, the different pieces of the puzzle just wouldn't come together. I think the saddest part was when my manager told me to go get the 36" shelves, so I went to the back and got shelves that looked approx. a yard tall. I came back and he informed me those were the wrong ones--I needed ones about as tall as me. I had to then inform him that there was no way a shelf 36" tall was as tall as me-- that would make me 3' tall. I know I'm short, but if a 36" shelf was "about as tall as me," I would qualify as a little person. I am now going to bed and dreaming of the end of this week when I no longer have to try to force long pieces of glass to fit into little metal pieces that have been banged around one too many times.