Have I mentioned that we haven’t had a properly functioning refrigerator/freezer for the last three weeks?
(Today is actually a good day for the fridge. Usually it’s around 40-45. I’ve never seen the freezer go below 40.)
Obviously this is cold enough to chill beer (thank goodness) but not sufficient for storage of meat, dairy, produce, or anything else I’d like to eat on a daily basis.
To say this is annoying is an understatement.
Fortunately, we have a home warranty covers refrigerator repairs. Unfortunately, the repairmen have visited three times so far and each time, I’ve been told to give it a few hours to cool down and it should be fine. LIES! All lies. They’re coming out tomorrow for a fourth try. And if that freezer isn’t shooting out magical sparkly ice cubes by the time I’m ready for a happy hour cocktail on Friday, someone’s head is going to roll.
That is, I’ll enter the final and unpleasant stage of Dealing With Contractor Bullshit, the one stage that I haven’t yet had to enter with any of the numerous other entities that have been charged with fixing our roof and doors and walls and windows and bathtub and switch box. The YELLING stage.
Those other stages, for the record, go something like this:
1. Inquiring Politely (I’d like you to fix this, if you could, please?)
2. Demanding Politely (I’m sorry, but it’s not okay if you reschedule our appointment for next week. Your technician arrived at 11 AM for a 12-6 appointment window, and while it’s unfortunate that I missed him, that’s not my fault. I blocked off my afternoon to deal with this and I expect it to be done today. Thank you.)
3. Begging. (I’m not sure if you realize this, but we have been without a refrigerator for three weeks now. That’s awful, right? Is there any way you can rush deliver that part?)
I don’t usually enjoy yelling at people. I’m not exactly a doormat, but I don’t consider myself to be an overly aggressive person either. Back when I was in consulting, I dealt with a lot of litigators. Those were aggressive people. Much more so than me.
It’s funny, though: I think playing the role of General Contractor for the last few weeks must be bringing my more assertive side out.
“You remind me of my daughter,” the landscaping guy told me. I’d just finished describing exactly what I wanted done to our horribly overgrown yard, ticking down a mental bullet-point list that I’d been over several times with other bidders for the project.
“Oh? What does your daughter do?” I asked.
“She works for a senator in DC, busting balls all day,” he said.
I wasn’t sure whether to thank him or tell him to fuck off.
Of course, on one hand, it’s totally unfair that when a woman is direct and assertive about what she wants, she’s seen as being a ball-buster or a bitch. I’m sure this is particularly prevalent in the world of construction/landscaping/etc. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had someone give me an estimate for something and tell me that I should “tell my husband XYZ” or “have my husband take a look at ABC.”
Hello: just because I am a petite female does not mean I cannot unclog a drain or patch up paint or whatever. That is what ladders are for.
On the other hand, though, I will bust balls all day if it means getting a fair price for landscaping or finally getting the damn refrigerator fixed. The terminology may be sexist, but there’s nothing wrong with being the type of person who isn’t afraid to do a little YELLING now and then. And I’m not going to lie: the guy’s comment made me feel like kind of a badass.
Anyway. It sucks not having a functioning refrigerator, especially when you’re trying to clean up your diet. Pizza for dinner, again:
(We finally tried the famous Antico and it was indeed excellent.)
Unhealthy food just means being a little extra careful about portion size. I guess I’ve managed to do okay so far because I lost a pound last week!
And I’ve been good about sticking to my summer workout plan, with ~20 MPW mixed in with a couple of hard weight sessions and twice weekly yoga:
It still feels weird not to run every day, but I have to admit it’s kind of nice to just go to the gym, spend an hour there, and be done. No chasing mileage targets or worrying about training paces. As for the weight lifting stuff…well, it’s still not my favorite activity but I’m getting used to it. Having a partner definitely helps.
Time to go…just got a call that yet another contractor is on his way. Let’s hope that Inquiring Politely is good enough for today.