This last two weeks have been dramatic in an interesting way. Meaning that as much as they can be frustrating, all I could do is just curse a bit *Oh Sweet* and laugh about it.
Starting from my electricity switch board (or what is it called?) melting away, I mean I have never seen that before. I was smelling plastic from far away but all my sockets were intact so being a girl, I never thought the source could be the switch board, so I just kinda ignored. The next thing I know, lights are flickering, my sockets are not powering devices and I’m like uuummm WTH? When I look at my neighbors electricity, everything looks intact. And when it all finally gave in, and I was in pitch darkness, with no candles, thank God for the torch functionality in Nokia E63’s that was very thoughtful…lol. So as usual, I run to my land lord and they came to check wassup, my wires were melted, yeah the guy who connected the wires did some shoddy job….so I was wondering, what if I fried in the shower or something…tsk! Anyhow, that was sorted but it made me miss my dad so much, things that make me want to run back home.
Then comes the weekend, a carpenter with whom I had placed an order 3weeks ago is still giving me excuses as to why he cannot deliver…he started with “the wood is wet so I cannot varnish”, “we haven’t finished painting…please note that my seat is wood so, I doubt there’s any painting being done”, then the final stretch was where he makes me wait for him as he says he’s in traffic for a WHOLE DAY…and that’s the point where I cracked. You don’t mess up with people’s time. So he says he lied to me because I wanted to be lied to … really Mr. Capenter? Oh yeah, this week he went for a funeral…another excuse? So I’m still waiting, but I went and took something from his shop worth the deposit I paid, so that we exchange when he delivers *sigh*. Lesson learnt – Never pay deposit to a capenter, and buy what you see not what they promise to deliver. I’m thinking of how to punish him a bit when he brings the stuff *evil grin*
To add icing to the cake, the cake in this case being the previous weeks escapades, on Monday morning, I had planned how I’m gonna be the earliest to work … feeling all freshened up. So I wake up, prepare for the day and I now want to head out, and the door would just not open … push, pull … nothing! It was stuck and there’s no way I was going to open it. Thank God for phones … or else, I don’t know! So I called my landlords kid and I’m like I’m stuck in the house, come help me out. That was just hilarious because she was as confused as I was, so she called the small brother who came and sorted me out. He basically removed hinges..bleh bleh bleh, and viola! Door open, then the fundi comes like 30mins later and he’d said he’ll be there in a moment because he was at the gate, then starts looking at the damage (there was no damage) or is it for the root of the problem with maswali mengi “too many questions”, so irritating!
Did you realize all my escapades fall back on fundi’s. The electrician, the carpenter and now the fixer (I don’t know what to call him…lol). They’re all such pathological liars … like really! If you have a good one keep them and recommend them to people like us. Speaking of which, it got me thinking that the man who marries me needs to be a Mr.Fix It … eeeh! even if it’s just pretending to fix stuff then later call the external parties to do the actual fixing.
I hope now my dramatic escapade phase is over because that was just like a streak of bad luck! But if they come, it should be fun and not stressing.
Have a Super Lovely and Drama Free Weekend!
Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*