Here I sit, like a twit, looking at this piece of shi…

Sadly, I can’t claim authorship of that little rhyme.
That was masterfully penned by someone whose name I have totally forgotten.
I remember that I worked with her for over ten years.   I actually helped get her hired on – not because I knew her, but because I sat in on the interview.

I know that she sat in the row of cubbies behind me, to the left, and was tall with short curly hair.  She proudly and bragged about her year-round tan because she lived by the beach.  The woman was an awful worker, had even worst taste in men, and took over the breakroom TV to watch Days of Our Lives.
—-   That was actually one of her conditions upon being hired.    She absolutely had to watch Days of Our Lives.    While we didn’t promise that, she commandeered the TV anyway.

I can remember all of this about her, but I can’t think of her name.
Wow.

Anyway, here I sit.
But, maybe not so much like a twit since the tech said he’d be here in about ten minutes five minutes ago.  He’s coming out nice and early.   I can’t imagine that it’ll take him more than a few moments to hang a ceiling fan.

If he’s nice, I’ll ask him for his opinion on how much it’d cost to have the light in the garage fixed —  it doesn’t come on.

What’s kind of frustrating is that I know that these repairs aren’t difficult.   The parts aren’t costly.    I lack the know-how — which really isn’t an excuse since everything is on Youtube, but that I’m probably not in the best physical shape to be standing on ladders and wrestling with screws.

Besides, historically, I tend to blunder more than what I get right.  That’s one of the reasons why rental cleaning was left to me.    I have absolutely zero skill painting a wall.

Update:

Paul is here.  My ceiling fan is going up.
This guy seems pretty friendly, but rushed.  I’m sure he has a packed schedule or something that he wants to do when he gets off work.

Having worked with cable installers, repair, and ditch diggers for around fifteen years, I have a special appreciation of their work.  When they enter a house, they have no idea of what type of environment they’ll be working in.   The people could he hostile or drunk.   People try to take advantage of them by asking for additional work or just being an ass.  Dogs and other animals tend not to take kindly to them.   An eight hour day can easily become twelve if they get stuck on a job.

Despite all of this, I’ve found that most techs are nice.  They do their best with what they’re provided.  Course, being on a schedule, it may not exactly be the best, best job they would do, but given that I can’t do it myself, I guess I’m okay with that.   That’s what warranties are for, right?

Course, a person always has to be wary.
Some techs can be total douche bags, steal money, flirt, or even have a type of doctor like god complex.

Also, it only takes one bad customer to ruin a tech’s day which can affect the way the rest of the customers are treated.

So, I’ve found that it’s in my best interest to talk little and let the man or woman work.
That is what they do.   I’m trying to respect their time, schedule, and the others in the cue.

Paul the Tech is gone.
The ceiling fan works.   Yay – that’ll help my hot flashes and give the boy some light in the bedroom.

I’ve got two out of the three things I’ve been saving up for – the kitchen sink and the ceiling fan – out of the way within my first week.   Go me.  =)

The third thing, a door replacement, probably won’t get done this trip.    I have special funds set aside for the car insurance.   Since my Mustang is gone and the boy got the lease, Geico’s bill nearly tripled.   I’m fairly fearful of what the price tag is going to be.   Hoping it’ll go down.

Like, the first year insurance on the Mustang was incredibly expensive, but I was expecting it since it was a convertible and we’re in Florida.   Eventually, it dropped to around $400 to $500 every six months.  Yeah, that’s a lot when compared to other states, but, again, this is Florida.  People are stupid drivers and I carried good insurance.

So, what I’m going to do is get rid of the ceiling fan box, clean up the house a little, and then head out to points unknown.  Hopefully, I’ll run into a Starbucks along the way.    I spoke briefly to my little sister and now I want a skinny hot chocolate or a very berry tea.

I need to remember to catnip the cat before I go.   Poor Sneezles has put up with a lot of strangers going in and out of the house while I had my work done.   Lucky for me, a spray of catnip and a couple of treats soothes that savage beast.

Tomorrow, I had planned on heading back to the gym.  But, I was derailed by Li – bless her  Li is one of the most awesome and caring people I’ve ever met.   She also does hair and wax my face.

The thing about Li is, you can’t say no.
If you attempt to, she has this persistent flashy intelligence that bashes through all defenses until she gets her way.    It’s just best to nod and smile.

But, again, she has a pure heart.
I really can’t fault her for anything.   It’s who she is.

So – Gym back on Monday, I hope.
It feels weird only going once this week.  But, maybe it’s a good thing to take a little break

Anyways, stuff to do.

Ciao.