Friday, August 18, 2006

Duct Tape Fixes Anything

What a day.. what a week. Thank goodness that one's in the can.

I've been thinking about the computer situation here at home. Currently, my little link to civilization (and I use the term loosely) sits on the bar in a corner of the living room. It seemed like a great idea when I put it here, but one small problem soon became evident. Without a barstool or a "high rise" office chair (or drafting chair) I spend alot of time trying to figure out how to sit up high enough to comfortably type. At the moment, I've got a pillow and a folded bedspread in the chair, but that leaves my feet dangling so I've had to add a stool and it's all getting very complicated and crowded. It finally dawned on me that I was going about this all wrong. If I could lower the keyboard it would solve all my problems.

I priced a few keyboard trays. Why does a hunk of plastic and some hardware have to be so flipping expensive? There is another problem. This being a "mobile home" means that nothing that appears to be wooden is actually wood. Everything is this thin pseudo wood that won't hold a screw at all, including the bar. There are a few cross pieces underneath, with a little innovation I could probably rig something up.

So today, I was eyeing the old receptionist's desk at work. I don't mean we have an elderly receptionist, we don't have one at all, but when we did (I think I was the last one now that I think about it) the desk had a nice, big keyboard tray underneath. I checked it out and sure enough, it was still there. I asked one of the big bosses if maybe I could buy it, since no one was using it anyway. He said, "Hey... if it were to just be gone when we came in here Monday morning I doubt anyone would notice."

I made sure it was okay to take it, repeatedly, to the point of getting on his last nerve. I ended up having to borrow a screwdriver, then convinced my bubbly coworker to be the one to crawl under the desk and get it for me. I really didn't want to get caught with my big ass sticking out from under there, then having to explain what I was doing.

So now I have a spiffy new keyboard tray. I have NO clue if I can figure out a way to attach it. If all else fails, I guess I can always duct tape it.

5 comments:

Laura said...

WHERE is Richard Dean Anderson when you need him?

Mahala, I lived in trailers for the better part of my childhood ... email me if you need some McGyver hints. Hell, if I had $$$, I'd buy a plane ticket and come fix it for ya.

Godspeed!

Karen Townsend said...

My husband, the engineer nerd that he is, swears by duct tape. He couldn't live without the stuff.

Anonymous said...

I have to love a boss who thinks freely enough to say, if we are never going to use it, and it will make your life better, take it home. Someplace in him, is a good person (now if you can bring it to the surrface more often.)

I am sure you will find a way to make it work.

DG

Anonymous said...

I think the universe would fall apart without duct tape. *g*

Mahala said...

laura: when the Amazon was just a wee one she and her nana used to LOVE MacGuyver. He'd have a field day fixin' crap in this house.

karen: I have to hide duct tape from Ma. She tries to put it on everything.

DG: Thanks :)

tori: I think duct tape should be re-marketed as the single woman's friend.