Need I say more?
Okay, I will.
Monday's seem to be toughest when living alone. On one hand I really don't mind going to work, only by the end of the day when you're ready to come home, you come home to an empty house. I'm not used to that and frankly I don't want to get used to it.
I had to be home by 6 to meet some new delivery guys, two more pieces of furniture arrived. One is a console for when you first walk into the house to set keys and have various crap displayed. The seoond is a giant and very heavy mirror is meant to be hanging above the console, but for now is leaning against the wall in the living room. The mirror was delivered in a giant box. I thought the delivery guys would remove it and place it on top of the console, but again the British customer service is just freakin' non existent. Instead they came in the house with their dirty shoes (I was prepared for that as I have hard wood floors in the entry and expected to clean up afterwards). But then they continued into the living room on the new very light carpet with their f'ing dirty shoes. I know it's only dirt, but my god, they really didn't even notice.
After they left, I managed to get the mirror out of the box by myself, not a simple feat. Only to find that the mirror has a slight defect. Damn! Actually I said something else as I was also pissed about the dirty carpet that I had yet to clean up. Another issue that I have to deal. In the US it would be easy, but most stores here are only open from 10-5 and it's not always so simple to return something. After cleaning up the mess I called D and kinda a lost it. It's Monday afterall. Instead of getting sympathy he laughed - not at me, but at the whole situation. Obviously this wasn't what I was in the mood for; sometimes you just want someone to empathize.
Made dinner with wine of course because it's official - I'm a wino and spent the rest of the evening knitting; it's becoming a form of meditation.
Tomorrow I'm finally hauling my ass out of bed and going to my yoga class at 5:30am, then directly to work (thankfully they have a gym and showers so I can clean up). Tomorrow night I'm going out to dinner with the HR Dirctor - Margaret. That should be interesting to say the least.
I'm off to pack for Tuesday.
2 comments:
I love hearing your stories - I was laughing right along with Dariush on that one - one thing after another with you!! You couldn't have told them not to walk on your carpet - I'm pretty sure I would have said something!!
Yeah, I should have stopped them. I just didn't expect them to do that. It's a huge ass mirror and I thought they would take it out of the box in the entryway. When I told them I wanted it in the living room they just kept walking in. I was kinda in shock that they were really that stupid.
Oh well, I did a good job cleaning up the carpet - you can't even tell.
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