Warning: This entry is a total bitch session.
I have trust issues. Sometimes trust issues isn't about having a hard time trusting someone, it can also be about giving trust too easily. That's my current trust issue.
I would like to put a positive spin on this, so instead of saying I have 'trust issues' let's just say WOW! You risk taker you!
Ok, so I'm setting my wireless speakers to Zen music (Courtesy of iHeartradio's Buddha Music Sanctuary), drinking my green tea and taking a deep breath. Breathe in. Breathe out.
Here's what I'm dealing with:
Thursday: (Of last week) I had my electrician come by to install some ceiling fans. He did. Although he was 2 hours late. Whatever. All was fine. Mostly. After I inspected the work, we agreed that he needed to re-install the fan in one of our guest rooms because it's making an annoying clicking sound. A sound I can NOT live with and certainly wouldn't expect any guest to either. Wondering why he didn't point that out to me. (This should have been my first FUCKING clue!) Was he trying to see if I would go in and inspect the work? Did he not anticipate that I would actually turn on the light switch and then the fan switch? Did he think I wouldn't notice when I did? Regardless, he says its the mount and he couldn't figure out why it was clicking. Ummmmm...Ok. (Again, I'm wondering why he wouldn't call me upstairs as soon as he noticed to see if this was ok) So I told him to plan on taking it down and we'll go with a different fan. With a different mount.
Friday: Electrician was supposed to come by early around 9 a.m. to install the new fan and do the shed work. He told me the day before he was attempting to squeeze this work in early because he was supposed to leave in the afternoon for a family trip to Virginia.
10:30 a.m. He text to say he was running behind. Shocker!
11:00 a.m. He text to say his wife's car was having some work done and he needed to go with her to garage. He would be by afterwards.
12:00 NOON He text to say, he didn't realize it was lunch time already. He was stopping to get lunch with his wife.
12:15 p.m. (Presumably while having lunch with his wife) He says it wasn't looking like he could get by to do the work that day. He would have to come by on Sunday. I said fine.
12:30 p.m. He sends a text apologizing for not making it out. I responded 'Really it's ok, I understand. Sunday is fine.'
12:35 p.m. Asks if there was any chance I could trust him and pay him for the work in advance because he really could use the money going out of town. He promises he DEFINITELY will be here Sunday to do the shed work. And throws in that he'll install the next fan (planning on one in the front office) for free when I'm ready.
Breathe in. Breath out. Ok..... well I had to give that some thought. Do I trust him? I barely know this guy. All I know is this guy is young, he just lost his job with his prior company (likely for being irresponsible), but he's cheap and does decent work. And he has a family. He's probably really struggling. I also understand that sometimes life throws you lemons. Sometimes dozens of lemons. So I gave him the benefit of the doubt.
12:40 p.m.I agreed I would give him the money upfront to do the work.
12:45 p.m. He shows up for money. O-M-G he didn't waste any time getting here for that did he?
Sunday Morning.
No messages. I tell hubby I'm not waiting around on this guy. I do have a life! So we go out to run errands. We stopped to check on our friends lake house and grab lunch at the Rusty Anchor. And drinks. We were back home by 2:00. A little drunk.
2:00 p.m. Still no messages. I send BOZO a text asking what time he was going to grace us with his presence. (Except I didn't use those words because he's a simple man. No lie. He's like the South Carolina version of Boomhauer from King of the Hill!) So simple words 'When are you coming over?'.
2:30 p.m.He says he doesn't know when for sure because they weren't back yet. I replied, 'oh'.
Believe me, I already knew he wasn't making it at that point. I considered sending him a barrage of messages; EXACTLY HOW far away are you?; WHY didn't you text sooner? What happened to promising to be here no later than 1 p.m.? WHERE'S my fucking money?? Ok, of course I didn't send any of those. I was too tired. Starting to sober up and I felt a migraine coming on.
5:00 p.m. My phone was on silent. I was in migraine recovery mode. A message comes through saying 'Looking like we won't be back until after 7 p.m. Can I do the work on the shed tomorrow?'. Yeah... I called that. Funny, no mention of replacing that ceiling fan. Did he forget?
Of course I agreed. For shits-n-giggles I asked what time he would be by. He said 9-10 a.m. Riiiiiight.
Monday Morning.
Instead of frustrating myself waiting on BOZO to arrive, I got up and went to the gym. Worked out some of the tension that had his name all over it! I was done by 8:45 so I went to the grocery store. I got home around 9:30 and still no message. Here we go.....
11:15 a.m. He text and said he was on his way but ended up with a flat tire. Now he has to run to the auto parts store to fix it because he insists on doing all car repairs himself.
I'm thing really? Then why did you need to take your wife's car to the garage on Friday? Sketchy motherfucker!
1:00 p.m. ish I sent a text asking how the tire repair was going. He said he was just getting the car jacked up. The fuck?? 'JUST'??
3:00 p.m. I asked again for an update. He sends me picture of tire on grass with random tire repair shit sprawled out around it. Ok, maybe it did happen. Or maybe he just had this picture on his phone for other times when he dodged work. I can't take any more him for the day.
I told him that he may as well do the work tomorrow (which is now today) because I was leaving for my son's baseball game in 30 minutes. I didn't have to leave til 4:30, but I was done playing the let-me-text-you-my-latest-excuse game.
TODAY (Tuesday, October 4, 2016)
7:21 a.m.
Lying Asshole: "I should be there at 9am"
Me: "Ok"
7:42 a.m.
Lying Asshole: "Gettin ready now"
Me: "Great".
9:00 a.m.
Lying Asshole: "This shouldnt take to long to get done. Do you have pickax" (Seriously he has the worst grammar)
Me: (After looking out window seeing he isn't here yet) "Are you here? No, we do not have a Pick axe. We do have a trencher digger and lots of shovels you may use to bury the lines".
9:37 a.m.
Asshat: "Ok kool. I gotta make a quick stop at Lowes"
Me:
(Nothing is quick with this guy. Nothing. Except when you have $300 in cash he needs for the weekend)
9:37 a.m.
Still no Asshat!
7:21 a.m. - 2016-10-04
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