So; I'm involved in a aftermath of a disaster. Although getting everything operational again might require some serious thinking, I'm pretty confident I can rig something together to get it all working.
My contractors have (once again) made a complete hash of everything, so sure, it's going to take some serious work to undo their efforts first. The more I work on the problem - the simpler the solution becomes; I start to ask myself leading questions.
I wake in a tangle of blankets and swear words. For a micro second I realize it's been all a horrible dream. My anxiety ebbs until I suddenly comprehend that in reality, the situation is probably much worse.
Spending a Saturday morning curled up in the fetal position in ones bed is not the start to the day that one might have wished for. I will buy two Lotto tickets today; maybe three.
Monday will come soon enough; wanted or not.
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All the best to you. I hope that you have a better week.
I think more than anything, that this dream has given me some perspective. Rather than let this cycle of incompetence continue to bug me - I need to put processes in place to make this an issue for the contractors themselves. Basically i cant let it continue. :)
I think that would accurately be described as a wake up call
Yep - you're right on that one Niamh.
Hmmmm, catholic guilt ...?
Oxymoron?
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