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My office space isnāt working for me and itās driving me crazy!!!
Now that Iāve gotten that off my chest⦠itās just that I donāt have the storage/counterspace that my old office had, and I am struggling to get organized. I guess that will be part of this weeks to do list (le sigh as Pepe Le Pew would say š). Ok, Iām done with todayās rant, I promise.
I felt vexed this morning. I had started two possible topics, hated how they were going, erased them, and stared at my computer in frustration. And then, like and angel from heaven, the plumber showed up to fix two of my three issues. He also gave me an idea for todayās blogĀ š.
Let me start by saying he was a lovely gentleman and was in and out in just over half an hour. He tightened my loose kitchen faucet and replaced the inner workings of my non-working toilet. Unfortunately, the sewer clean out pipe has to wait another day (which is the problem I started with š¤¦āāļø).
But what gave me pause was watching him in his truck before he entered the house. He was 15 minutes early but because I saw him arrive, I was waiting to let him in (after I put the dog up ā she is sooo not friendly š). Now, I have very little patience when I know a technician has arrived and takes his/her time coming to the door. I realize this is my issue (one of many, Iām sure š¤Ŗ) but it bugs me to no end. Therefore, I stood watching out the front door, so that as soon as he got out of his truck, I could greet him. And then I waited.
It was probably about five minutes before he exited his truck, so I watched the āritualsā he performed while preparing for the service call. First, he seemed to review his notes, then moved on to drying his hat with the air vents. Next, he shook out his mask for about a minute (or maybe it was his gloves) puts everything on and finally exits the truck only to continue prepping at the back of the truck š. Now Iām really getting annoyed (again I lack any sense of patience š¬) but also fascinated by what he was doing. So when he finally arrived at the door, I was over being annoyed (yet still fascinated) and graciously greeted him, because thatās who I am.
But after he left, it hit me ā what if someone spent any amount of time surreptitiously observing me (like I was him), what āritualsā or weirdness would they see me doing? What subconscious habits have I developed that would look odd to someone secretly watching me? š³š³
I know of one habit Iāve developed over the last few years that might make people wonder about me. Sometimes, after running errands Iāll sit in my car, in the driveway for 20 minutes or more because Iām not ready to deal with my dog. So I hide in my car for a while as itās the only place, besides the shower, where I can be totally alone. And I relish those moments.
I havenāt done it in front of my new neighbors yet, but itās only a matter of time, and Iāll wonder what my neighbors will be thinking, when they catch me doing this šš.
And thatās a habit I know about. I canāt even imagine the subconscious tics or rituals Iāve probably developed.
So, what is the point of this writing exercise? None ā I just enjoy people watching. And sometimes I learn something about myself in the process.
Your turn, sound off on what habit or ritual might look odd to someone secretly watching you?