Case of the Mondays #3

Moving house recently we've had a steady stream of tradesmen to the house. Well, mostly telephone men. Do you think we can manage to get a telephone line and our internet hooked up? I think not. Which brings me to another thing I can really, really be glad for now I'm not doing 9-5 days. How the hell do you deal with needing stuff done at your home during working hours when they're, well, working hours? It's all well and good if you actually believe that the time you were given for your "appointment" with the plumber, electrician etc was real. Unfortunately, the truth is we're lucky if they turn up on the agreed day most of the time. I understand why tradies frequently can't give you an accurate time for your job (my parents run their own small business which is in the building/trade area), but it's pretty impossible to tell your boss "yeah, I need the day off work... but if this guy doesn't work out I might need to take the next day off... or maybe the week".

When you're at work and you want to deal with someone else in another office it's really convenient that you know they'll be in the office roughly the same hours as you. When you need to visit a bank or have something repaired at your house or pick up something from the post office... not so much. If you're lucky you work within a quick dash to the bank/post office/shop you require. Unfortunately, that's usually on your lunch break. Which is everyone else's lunch break. Which means it takes forever. And on it goes.

Back in the good old days (when we respected the way nature had designed the world) women could stay home and get these happy house chores done for her man. She could let in the plumber and bake a cake. She could juggle your five children and pop out to the bank to deposit your pay cheque. Sadly, uppity women everywhere have ruined the system, and now it's in disrepair.

So, for a nice change, being mostly confined to your own home has an advantage! I'm available to deal with the the Optus man... who stuffs up... so we get the Telstra man... who stuffs up... so we get him back again. Needing to be home for 'the afternoon' turned into a week of appointments. Ladies, I'm harking back to the old school ways, and it's working. Learn your lesson from this. You all need to exit the workforce and come home. Your tradesman needs you.