I’m home today while a new system is installed at the house. It’s not the worst thing to happen but I am burning a half day of vacation for this. As I try to write, I can’t help but be distracted by the technician’s ongoing telephone conversation:
“What’s she on? Cocaine? It can’t be crack cause Tracy don’t even smoke. What’s she on? What?! Tracy!?”
As much as I feel for Tracy, I would like the electrical work to be done properly. Perhaps I should be more assertive and insist that he reschedule Tracy’s intervention for another time.