You would think people would be more considerate when they will be potentially needing something from you - such as a business transaction.Well, you'd be wrong.
On Thursday I received a phone call from my landlady asking if I will be home on Saturday morning, as a real estate agent and a potential buyer wished to view the place. The place where I live is for sale - so even though it had been a few months since someone came to have a look at it, this was not unexpected. I said I would be - even though it was between 8am and 10am - silly o'clock in my books.
No one showed up. No one called, emailed or texted.
I thought that maybe the landlady forgot to contact me, and just shrugged it off. She called again today to say that she was contacted by the Agent again today who had not warned her that they did not show up, and to ask if I'll be home at around 4pm. I said I would be and would let her know if they don't show up.
Needless to say,by 5pm no one had come by. When I texted her, she said that again, no one contacted her- and that she called the Agent herself to find out what's up. Agent said the potential buyers got stuck in the rainstorm.
At this point in time, I'm tolerating this kind of crap. However, should something like this happen after Creature is born, there will be hell to pay.
Why?
Well, children need a strict routine. Otherwise life will become too difficult for you as a parent. This means that bedtime should be at a fixed hour. Waking up should too. Feedings as well.
Now, if someone tells me they'd be coming over at a specific time, I would have to make sure it does not disrupt Creature's schedule. If they show up late, then they'll just have to sod off and come back another time.
Another reason is going out. To go anywhere with a baby/toddler, it can take you a couple of hours to get both of you ready, and gather all you might need in a bag. Having someone not honouring their appointment means it would throw off the rest of the day.
This little rant will perhaps come in useful for those of you who are childless and/or forgot what it means to have a very young child to cater for in your household. If you agree to a plan, stick to it, or cancel way in advance. If you're running late, it should be common courtesy to warn the person waiting for you.
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Monday, 16 January 2012
Friday, 30 December 2011
Can you do me a favour?
I hate having to rely on people. I always have hated it. I would much rather do my own thing, and whatever outcome it leads to, it'll be my fault/thanks to me.
I have been living on my own for around 5 -6 years now. I grew accustomed to coming home to peace and quiet after a long day of work with no one to nag at me, or to throw drama all over the place.
The day I told my family I was pregnant, things changed. As time went by, I had to start asking people for favours, to help me out in doing this and that - things that I normally would do myself. Let me tell you - it is bloody frustrating. Especially when you get a "sure I'll help" and then they either cancel on you several times, or they never show up.... or show up late without having warned you that they are running late. Sitting and waiting for whoever it is to show up, so that you can get whatever it is done is infuriating.
Not to mention the phone calls. Pre-pregnancy, I might have spoken to my mum for a maximum of once or twice a week. Now, it is once or twice a day. Don't get me wrong, I am not complaining about her caring. I will probably be way worse than her, were I in her shoes. But - sometimes I just want to be left in peace, rather than being woken up by my Morning-Person-Mum who is listing stuff to me that I'm expected to remember.
I look forward to the day where I get left in peace again. That will probably be the day my child will start complaining about me.
I have been living on my own for around 5 -6 years now. I grew accustomed to coming home to peace and quiet after a long day of work with no one to nag at me, or to throw drama all over the place.
The day I told my family I was pregnant, things changed. As time went by, I had to start asking people for favours, to help me out in doing this and that - things that I normally would do myself. Let me tell you - it is bloody frustrating. Especially when you get a "sure I'll help" and then they either cancel on you several times, or they never show up.... or show up late without having warned you that they are running late. Sitting and waiting for whoever it is to show up, so that you can get whatever it is done is infuriating.
Not to mention the phone calls. Pre-pregnancy, I might have spoken to my mum for a maximum of once or twice a week. Now, it is once or twice a day. Don't get me wrong, I am not complaining about her caring. I will probably be way worse than her, were I in her shoes. But - sometimes I just want to be left in peace, rather than being woken up by my Morning-Person-Mum who is listing stuff to me that I'm expected to remember.
I look forward to the day where I get left in peace again. That will probably be the day my child will start complaining about me.
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