Some people just get on your nerves. It’s not their fault.
It just happens.
That’s how I feel
about builder number two. He came back yesterday to fix the gap that had
appeared in my new gutters. Every five minutes (or that’s what it felt like0,
he was calling, asking me some unnecessary question, or showing me what he’d
done. I lost count of the number of times I ran up and down the stairs, so much
so that I began to regret having my office in a bedroom. Anyway, at last he’d
gone.
Last night I went to a market research session being held on
behalf of the Open University (I graduated in 1996 – BSc Biology Psychology).
They were looking for ways to make their advertising more effective so that
people leave money to them in their wills etc. When I got home, it was raining.
Before I stepped through the gate I could hear an ominous thud thud thud. My gutters were leaking – in a
different place. So I’ve had to call him again which means at some stage I will
have to put up with him winding me up.
He talks way too loud which, as my hearing is excellent, gives
me a headache. He also talks down to me, explaining things more than once, in
too much detail. I’m quick on the update, so unless it’s something I can’t get
my head round (nuclear physics, applied calculus, how to make a soufflé etc (it’s a long list)) I don’t need telling over
and over. If I never have to see him again
it will be too soon.
The problem is, he’s the man who’s going to fit my new front
door……
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