Did you get angry this week? Why? How did you react? How long do you let an empty toilet paper roll sit on the dispenser before you change it? Do you have any idea what I do at my job all day? What do you do? Summarize tasks! And finally, what was your happiest moment this past week?
1. I got angry this week because somebody lied to me for a petty reason, and I had been letting steam build all week. Therefore I found myself sitting trying to figure square footage of a shower surround, and I was in sort of a stupid angry spiral, and got all muttery and pent up. I don’t get thoroughly, truly angry very often (just more of the railing anger against how terrible humanity is, obviously), but Wednesday I let my anger take over. I had a talk with some people who I needed to talk to, and it was productive and good. But I still let myself feel angry. When I got home, I launched into a loud rant-fest to Jut, waving my arms and using some swear words liberally, generally just being incoherent and awful. Jut suggested we go on a walk, and while I was wandering off to change out of work clothes, spouting a few more venty statements, he heard our little elderly neighbor lady say, “Children? Here’s your paper.”
A) We had our windows open.
B) It is likely on her carefully slow trek to our front porch to give us her used newspaper (so cute and nice), she heard me yelling nonsense with swear words.
C) And she calls us CHILDREN. That is so CUTE.
D) I felt very, very, very ashamed of myself. I’m petty and dramatic and lame. Also: unobservant of our window status.
2. At work or as a guest, I will promptly change the roll of toilet paper if I use the last of it. In my own home, I will leave the empty roll hanging for anywhere from a day to a week, getting irate with myself each time I enter the restroom–but not enough to do anything ABOUT it. This means I would rather by lazy than calm, I suppose. The other roll will sit by the sink or on the edge of the tub or on the floor. Sometimes we have two half rolls on the floor, and an empty roll on the dispenser, and that is when I usually realize something Needs to be Done.
3. I am paranoid, and like to keep things vague about work because I have a list of internal personal blogging rules in my head, and they each exist for a list of internal ethical and/or paranoid reasons. But I can tell you at work I do a lot of things. Mainly I work with people who are remodeling, and I get a project, I go to the site, I measure and meet with the owners several times. The best part is when I design the room (usually kit-chens and baths, sometimes offices or dens or entertainment areas), I meet with them more, I make changes based on their preferences. I help them pick colors and styles, I spend a lot of time making sure appliance placement, etc, is perfect so that the room will be efficient, convenient, and attractive. I’m not an interior decorator–that’s not what we do (unless you count color choices). We’re doing the grittier, basic, main parts. I’m learning a lot about the whole buil ding process, materials, walls, plumbing, etc. I mostly deal with c a bi net s, and count ert ops, of all types, and then flooring, mostly tile and/or stone. I draw some designs by hand, to s c ale, for practice, I use a C A Dprogram (lots of learning there), I spend a lot of time pricing different options, and figuring out how much of this sort of tile would need to be ordered, and how much this style of something would be compared to that style, or that glaze versus this stain. I also deal with high end fauc-ets and sin-ks (do you guys like my paranoia?) (screw you, Google! ha!), mix paint (we do it all by hand, no silly computer systems), clean the showroom, work with walk-in customers, go and help people decide what color to paint rooms. We also sell fancy gri-lls, landscaping supplies, bui-ld ho-mes, deal doors and windows, hard-ware, repair things, put in cent-ral vac. systems, lam-i-nate floors, in floor hea-t-ing, fire-pl-aces, and a ton of other things I’ve had to learn about/am still learning about. I spend a lot of time on the phone, a lot of time ordering things, and have a stack of projects to keep track of from beginning to end (so far I don’t have nearly as much as my awesome co-worker, but I’m starting to earn my keep, and it’s okay, because they said it would be at least a year and a half of training). I work with con-trac-tors, I change displays around to keep them fresh, I price things, I’m recreating a we b pa ge, I go to meetings, I look things up for people and find things out for people, I order things, I unload things, I still haven’t learned to drive the f o rk li-ft (in heels, which excites me for some reason), I learn things every day. We go places, we double check things, we problem solve. I know I’m leaving a ton of things out, but! Every day is different. I like going to work.
4. My happiest moment this week was last night. I’d had a rough week, because of various reasons you don’t need to hear about. But last night I stood on a step stool in our kitchen, and Jut was across the room making jokes and laughing, and the pets were romping around, and I nearly cried because I really like my life. I love the walls of this house, I love my family, I love the branches on the ground, I love the way Jut’s eyes crinkle when he says something awful, I love the dogs’ eyes, I love when the cats are mean, I love that the kitchen is yellow, yellow, yellow and our house is messy and we talk loudly and spring is here.
Love,
black sheeped
