So, today we have people round to begin the gas central heating installation.
I wasn't sure what the start time would be so I got out of my lovely, lovely bed at 6:45am just in case they decided to arrive at 7am.
They did not.
After making myself some breakfast, I wandered about the flat doing odds and ends of things until around 9:30 when the company called to say that the engineer was out sick but they'd send someone round at lunchtime. Knowing that lunchtime in the UK is different than lunchtime in the US (and also, that lunchtimes seem to vary from person to person as well in either country), I continued pottering around.
At noon-ish, a guy arrived, who is here as I type, pulling bits and bobs out of boxes and putting things in one place and another.
I find that I loathe this process.
Yes, I want the central heating sorted, and no, I don't want to take a plumbing/engineering course in order to do this sort of thing myself. However, it drives me mad watching people work because I feel as though I should be helping and I have an inner monologue wherein I go between wondering if I should help out or whether I should ignore them completely or further if I should just jump out the window and end my neuroses in one fell swoop.
So, there's that.
Although, it is keeping me from freaking out about supervision...which I have in two and a half hours. Goody.