As I write this there is a strange man in my kitchen.
He is here to fix the washing machine; for once again the bastard thing has broken down – only had someone out to fix it a little while before Christmas. And being the only one in my household without a day job, I have to be the one here to gormlessly point out the machine, like he has never seen one before, and shrug my shoulders when he asks what is wrong with it, all the time thinking, “You’re the expert, you tell me”.
I like to think that I am fairly easy going in social situations. I might be a tad shy at first but I usually come out of my shell, but this kind of situation shall always be awkward to me.
I haven’t offered him a cup of tea. I don’t like doing that as I want them out of my house as soon as possible. The only time I have ever offered up a hot beverage was when two guys came along to install new windows for the entire house, and they had arrived before the guys with the scaffolding so they couldn’t do anything. Thankfully they did sit in their van to wait, but I did take them out a couple of coffees. But offering tea or coffee when they can get on with the job implies that they can relax in my home and take it easy. I can’t relax with a strange man in my home, so why should he be able to do so; he is here to do a job so he can have a tea break when he is done, in his own van. A little harsh and unfriendly perhaps, but when it is disrupting your day, to hell with social etiquette.
Speaking of social etiquette, I nearly turned into my mother, making sure the house looked tidy for him, but I caught myself and decided to make the house look a little more lived in. Do we really need to make a nice impression on them… it’s not like he is royalty. However, I did make the effort to change out my pyjamas and spray on some deodorant 🙂 I may not have a day job but I don’t want anyone at all thinking that I just fester all day, doing nothing of significance, it annoys me when my family think that, so I definitely don’t want strangers thinking that… thinking I’m just some worthless so and so on benefits or something. I don’t care what people may think of my personality, but I do care about what people think of my morals and work ethic. Actually… seeing as I am typing, the man in my house probably thinks I’m a student doing an assignment or something.
Just noticed my nosey neighbour having a good old butchers at the red van, belonging to the strange kitchen man, currently parked outside my house. I can just imagine him thinking, “Ooo, they’re having more work done on their house… maybe they’re fixing it up for sale”. Dream on neighbour, we’re here to listen to you unplugging your sockets every night for a while yet.
I have just shown the strange man out of my house and now I can relax again. He wasn’t a chatty one, which I like as I hate making small talk… he just got on with it. Not entirely uncomfortable, but still rather strange having someone in my house, cutting into my quiet, alone time that I have come to enjoy during the day.
When my mom text me this morning at quarter past 8, waking me from my slumber to let me know that someone would be at the house between 9 and 11, I was consumed with dread. If I didn’t get up and changed and have breakfast, he would have been here by 9 and I would have been a right state to see first thing in the morning. I figured, knowing my luck, if I did get up and changed before 9, he would have been really late, like after the 11am latest that was quoted to me, stopping me from doing something substantial at the risk of his arrival, like showering. Before he arrived, the thought also occurred to me, “what if he comes when I’m upstairs and I don’t hear the doorbell, he’ll think no-one is in and then leave, letting me go through this again.” Man I hate waiting in for things. I did want to go out today, and did think of leaving, just to spite my parents, thinking that it’s not my responsibility, but it would’ve just caused more mayhem, trying to get them to come out again. No, my plans to get the few things that I need (new trousers for my cleaning job, stationary for my writer’s portfolio, etc) have been pushed back till tomorrow… not a big deal really, but I really need to get them, and really want to get my portfolio under way.
Guess today will be a writing day instead. Had a few ideas for articles and stories, so gonna get those noted down and started before they leave my brain forever and leave me blank. Glad the social awkwardness of man coming to fix washing machine is over now and that it didn’t disrupt too much of my day. Might even do a bit of job-hunting before I head off to my evening job. Job-hunting always leaves me feeling deflated, follow that up with an evening of cleaning, and I feel completely fed-up. But hey, that’s how it goes. I keep thinking that I should enjoy my days while I can because when I do get a day job, I’m going to struggle to find the time to do everything that I want/need to but if I just lounged about in the sun, I’d feel as if I have wasted a day.
Anyways… I’m gonna go do some writing.
Happy Thursday everybody x