Wednesday, August 3, 2011

So My Contractor says to me....

Today started out like yesterday. I woke up early enough to enjoy the coolness of the morning so I made my coffee and breakfast and went outside. Unlike yesterday however, i was not besieged by legions of insects. Could it be that after only one day, they have either 1. gotten used to my presence already, or 2. my presence has caused them all to vacate the premises. either way, i'm ok with them not bugging me (that pun was intended). While enjoying my b'fast and cafe au lait, my contractor drove by. I waved. Then waited.
I have been trying to get him to communicate with me for a month. I've begun to take it personally and believe that he is intentionally avoiding me for some reason unknown to me. I texted him. I waited. I got dress, brushed my teeth, put away the b'fast dishes.
Then I got the text that he would be at the house for awhile as he was waiting on the plumber. I don't have alot of experience with plumbers, but enough to know that this one likely would not be right out and I would have plenty of one to one time with my contractor.
I got on my bike and steared it toward the house and his last known location.
Maybe I should explain here that I believe contractors are a breed to themselves. They can be charming, in the beginning, while they are wooing you for your contract. Down right charming is what they can be. Then, right on cue, as soon as the contract is signed,
they act as if they just put a ring on your finger and they disappear. You can text them, email them, call them, threaten them, plead with them, even ignore them. Nothing gets them to respond the way you expect them. Just because you're paying their bills doesn't mean they have to answer your calls. Please, don't even insult them like that. I found that what does work, is to meet with them face to face.
Dont plan it or put it on your schedule, just show up. Works like a charm.
I showed up and we exchanged pleasantries; your usual 'good morning', 'how are you?', 'so....?' and then an awkward silence. I, for some reason, saw the span of silence as an opportunity to say everything I've been wanting to say. "I feel as if there's tension between us." It just came out. I'm surprised I didn't end the sentence with "dear." It suddenly felt as if I were trying to get hubby to 'open up... just talk to me... we don't communicate anymore...' I'm sure you recognize those lines.
I swear when I said that, he looked up at me with surprise in his eyes and said, "really? why do you think that?"
Well, there it was, my open door, my chance to explain how his ignoring me has left me feeling unnecessary and unwanted. How my feelings have been hurt that he hasn't been communicating with me, all the time. No, I didn't say any of that actually. What I did say
was something much less emotional. Then we started getting honest. Well, at least i did. Later, he did too. Lots of positive things were said, progress was made, an understanding was reached, we summarized our meeting just to make sure we agreed on how to proceed, then he hugged me and apologized. Most importantly he promised to communicate with me more often, which was basically all I was asking. That and for him to not go over the budget, Please! (I admit I actually told him we were concerned about the economy and our finances!) I left feeling that it went well. Now I wait....to see if he meant everything he said. Please let him follow through!!
I rode my bike back to my little camper home and starting cleaning up the b'fast dishes, which only takes a minute since I'm using paper plates (don't judge!). "After awhile I noticed that it was getting warm inside and I heard the AC groaning. It was working
so hard to cool this aluminum container, that I just gave up, turned the A/C off, grabbed a blanket, some magazines, and the dog, and marched right up to my sister-in-law's house and spread out on the floor right under her new A/C unit! It was beautiful. I have to remember make sure my contractor knows how just important a working A/C is to me.
Maybe I should write it down for him.

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