Sigh

It takes so very little to make me happy. I'm basically a very content person. No huge mood swings. No temper tantrums. I don't panic and I'm probably best described as level headed and simplistic.

(Simplistic shouldn't be confused with simple though. I have skills. I can count past 10 without removing my shoes. I always place shoes on the correct foot. I can even tie my shoes, in double knots, if that's called for, and my socks always match. Feel free to revel in my brilliance. These are just a few of the complicated skills I've conquered.)

But I have to confess that I'm disappointed right now. I dare say saddened with the state of affairs around here.

As some of you know it's been a mess here at the homestead. A mess that was supposed to be wrapped up yesterday. But no, definitely not wrapped up.

I drove home from work last night with the same anticipation kids reserve for Christmas morning. I knew when I got home that the carpet replacement was going to be finished. And I was looking forward to getting furniture back where it belonged. Instead I unpacked the packed away computer so I could write this whiny-ass post.

(It's all about you folks, because I know I can turn to you in a crisis for the proper support, and stuff.)

Anyway.

As I entered the door I was struck by the bareness of the floor. I even blinked a couple of times to no avail. Carpet replacement wasn't completed. Then I saw a piece of paper on the kitchen counter. A piece of paper that wasn't there when I left for work. So I shuffled over to see what was written on it. It was a note from the building manager/maintenance dude and read:

"Carpet people didn't come today."

Well gee-effin-golly-whiz. Without that note how would I have ever figured that out on my own?

A few thoughts crossed my mind, in no certain order, such as:

1) Well that's good to know, because without this note I might have thought they did come and simply drank all of my beer.

2) I must remember to thank him for the note and assuming that I needed help in figuring out that they weren't here.

3) When the eff are they coming? This must be classified information and I've been cut off of the "need to know" list.

I dunno. Maybe since I'm not a simple person and he knows how important and busy I am he's just sparing me from mundane little details. Who really wants to know this type of stuff anyway?