I wonder sometimes if the world spins solely because people choose to be contrary or simply difficult, and if everyone got along the planet would suddenly cease all movement, and gravity would go splat.
The ex wants to exchange houses with someone, there needs to be an electrical inspection done.
I thought so, I mean how difficult can letting someone in and having them check the sockets and light switches possibly be?
Welllllllllllllll, going by the theme of this post? VERY.
This was the 4th scheduled appointment.
The first one I waited, the bloke never showed up, the second one likewise, the third one was made but I was not informed so well that ended up being a non occasion which brings us to today.
I hate missing appointments, they are made for a reason, people make an effort to come to do something and we all hope they are on time because we have things to do with our days but guess what? So do they. So I kinda like to have things down sorted, done and dusted.
This in mind, I walk the dog prior to their arrival, expecting that they would not be early, and get the dog done so that there is no stress about her needing to use the washroom.
I am walking back to the house and I see the guys van outside and think, oh well he is early (looking at my watch it is 1201 and the schedule window is 1200 – 1400hrs. I wonder if one of the 2 other housemates that are in the house let him in – but as I walk by the van to go to the door, he is sitting in the van.
Ok, he was getting himself together and will come to the door in a minute.
I take the dog to the bedroom and shut her in, return downstairs and the fellow knocks, I open the door to let him in and he is saying he rescheduled.
Say what? I was 1 minute late?
The housemate that he had spoken to is on the stairs yelling that he needs to go into every room and he is not going into hers or one of the others…colour me confused.
So I get the guy to stay, but he confirms he needs access to every room and bingo – it’s not possible if she won’t let him.
So the fellow leaves, I feel like a putz for that, the housemate is ranting at me because they should have been told (yes I agree but it was not up to me to do that, I figured the ex would inform everyone as they are family) and after getting yelled at I finally call the ex at work and they get pissy with me as well.
Hold up, I did not set up this situation, nor did I mess it up.
I walked the dog, was back in time, let the person in…that was my responsibility.
After the fellow leaves, with my sincerest heart felt apologies, everyone is off in a huff, and I think would the world stop spinning on its axis if everything just went smoothly and everyone got along?
I think it might.
However, as it will never happen, I won’t find out.
The ex’s way of responding is apropos for them, they threaten to move out on May 1, so screw everyone.