I decided to delegate the project to back to the Architect. This has started making me feel better, but only just in the last hour. I have had full on stress symtoms for a week. The aching arms and legs, palpitations, loss of appetite, weepy, poor sleep. Actually I feel less paranoid, so thats a good thing. Still doesn't mean they aren't watching you though! I do need some stress then, it brings out the go get 'em in me.
A complete renovation of a Victorian building. Putting it back to it's former glory, and bringing it up to current eco spec. New roof, render, small extension, and because I am a woman no one treats me as though I know what I am talking about. I may as well talk to the bricks, and I would get more sense. They have a lovely language. They also remember everything you say!
The problem is I do know what I am talking about. My Uncle built a racing yacht and i got to see everything from the plans through to launch. (Between the age of 3 to 8 years) I helped build it. Kept me out of mischief for about five years. My Father was an Engineer, we built things together. My Father's family Boatbuilders, Sea Captains, Engineers and Master Builders, and a tenuous Great Cousin link to William Morris the designer. Building and Design are hard wired in my Fathers family. I did kitchen and bathroom design for a couple of years in my 20's, and just know how things get put together. I can also draw the plans for these things!
My Mother's family are just dead canny. My Grandfather a superb Chess and Draughts player, antiques collecter, and Braveheart. He was a Horse Whisperer. Tickled fish out of streams, and so knowing. A countryman. I have a great Family.
Still money talks if the job gets finished to my satisfaction I will arbitrate the final cost. These were not the cheapest, and they promised a seamless job. No mess, good liason with the neighbours, and they have let me down badly.
The problem for me I guess is that i always do things as though i am doing them for God. No cutting corners, no excuses, no shoddy materials, and definately the best finish i can put in. Doesn't matter who it's for, God pays the bill in the final account.
I wonder how God feels when things go like this? I am on my third IPA!
I told the project manager last week, 'You don't want to get me to the point where I will write a letter'. Well I did that this afternoon, so the ball is already rolling in the temple of doom for them.
The Architect asked 'How hard do you want me to deal with this'? I had to think about it... then finding out that my neighbours have been inconvenienced, I said, 'Give it the ton of bricks' treatment. No hold's barred. They promised a seamless job, and haven't delivered the very things I specified were essential at the outset.
They put roofing felt on my lovely new extension when both myself and the Architect specified a high quality decra tile look finish that would not need replacing for 50 years! Rip it off, cover it over, but it ain't good enough. And don't speak to me as though i am a moron when I ask why this has been put on the roof! Slate tiles would have been too heavy, and I wanted the pitch kept as low as possible.
This might be a woman, but definitely treat it with the utmost caution, or you will get scorched to oblivion. The fangs and claws just came out, they don't go back until i get exactly what i want.
Don't get me wrong, I don't raise my voice, in fact i get quiet. I delegate the disasters that are about to fall. The warnings were given, the penalties ponted out. The rewards for this job done well were sweet, but not now.
I just told my Husband that I am up for the jugular. My patience and tolerance for a well managed solution is over. I decree the Lightning, the total Frazzle. The get this done, back out of my Face, with no more hassle or expect full wrath of fury to completely obliterate any vestige of tenous expectation of grace on my part. Ha!
Lightning bolts at the ready! Don't think it doesn't happen, God just picks His moment, and the request has already been registered. He might just amplify this up a bit for some other settling of accounts as well. That's not my concern.
Be prepared, that's what I say. If you havent done the best you can by now to put right the things that have been allowed to slip badly, and go so wrong because no one wants to take responsibility, or put their hand in their pocket to stop devastating the eco system, you are about to find out what God does when He means business.
And the other thing that is worth mentioning is anyone who has built something badly, where it doesn't belong... it's going to get flattened. Make sure the rubbish is tidied up round the atmosphere, or it will set fire to our oxygen in a few months time.
Most of us like breathing. I just know.
I saw the Tsunami across the pacific (from the moon) two years before it happened. I spent nearly three months in Hospital describing it. Medicated to hell to get out. I was standing there in fluffy moon boots, starkers! Then I blinked, and realised I was actually there. That was about the time I decided someone was playing with Neutron bombs. Because I saw this energy ripple sweep past me. I suddenly realised that everything around me at that moment was Holographic or it would have ceased to exist. (It was just a way of getting out the way, it's not like that all the time).
I nearly got my eardrums blown up three days before the bomb attacks in London. Phoned the Hospital and described it. My legs gave way, I was shaking uncontrollably and said 'I have just experienced an awful explosion'. There there, they say! Just take more tablets! It took me the rest of the day to stop shaking, then the bomb blasts happened two days later.
I am just different. Not abnormal.