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We're hopefully going back home today (yeah, I was nerdy enough to bring the compy with me), which I'm really hoping for considering how much there's still to be done before we head to York.
But go me! I've been very productive here, especially since I don't really know this stuff. We have a socket and a lamp to put up in a bathroom, hide a bunch of cables that are hanging loosely in there, but there's no point in doing anything permanent since they're still rebuilding in there. Then there's some minor stuff in a bedroom. No reason why we shouldn't get done today.
Although, since the guy we're doing this for is a silversmith, Rikard is very distracted. Yesterday I was working alone for the most part. To be honest, I got sorta upset by it. I thought that since we're on such a tight schedule, we'd go here and get the work done as soon as possible. So when I was working alone, or had to sit around waiting for him to say what needed to be donr next, and sow me how he wanted it done(hey, I'm no certified electrician. I can't do this on my own), it didn't exactly reduce the stress levels I'll likely have until we're finally on the damn plane ("Get on the plane, get on the plane." "Fuck you, I'm getting IN the plane!"). Apparently, he had a reason why he was hanging around with the silversmith instead of working, other than to simply learn. But he didn't tell me that until after I had already gotten pissed off at him. So there was a bunch of unnecessary anger and annoyance and a couple of quickly swallowed frustrated tears on my part.
Baah, I had always thought the whole comunication issues-thing that people talk about between men and women was mostly bullshit. Or didn't apply to me since I don't think or act like your typical women seem to. But suddenly that whole thing seem to apply anyway. Baah, I say. Baah!
But go me! I've been very productive here, especially since I don't really know this stuff. We have a socket and a lamp to put up in a bathroom, hide a bunch of cables that are hanging loosely in there, but there's no point in doing anything permanent since they're still rebuilding in there. Then there's some minor stuff in a bedroom. No reason why we shouldn't get done today.
Although, since the guy we're doing this for is a silversmith, Rikard is very distracted. Yesterday I was working alone for the most part. To be honest, I got sorta upset by it. I thought that since we're on such a tight schedule, we'd go here and get the work done as soon as possible. So when I was working alone, or had to sit around waiting for him to say what needed to be donr next, and sow me how he wanted it done(hey, I'm no certified electrician. I can't do this on my own), it didn't exactly reduce the stress levels I'll likely have until we're finally on the damn plane ("Get on the plane, get on the plane." "Fuck you, I'm getting IN the plane!"). Apparently, he had a reason why he was hanging around with the silversmith instead of working, other than to simply learn. But he didn't tell me that until after I had already gotten pissed off at him. So there was a bunch of unnecessary anger and annoyance and a couple of quickly swallowed frustrated tears on my part.
Baah, I had always thought the whole comunication issues-thing that people talk about between men and women was mostly bullshit. Or didn't apply to me since I don't think or act like your typical women seem to. But suddenly that whole thing seem to apply anyway. Baah, I say. Baah!