I couldn’t hold off any longer, I needed my thermostat repaired. Warm weather was here and the repair man was coming the next day.
Not being as organized as I would like, I cleaned up the space between the front door and my thermostat. I even turned off the breaker so it would be easier for him to switch out the thermostats without a nasty shock. Also, my breaker was in my laundry/storage/ junk/miscellaneous room. I did not have time to organize it.
Rob, the nice and thorough repairman quickly replaced my thermostat. After doing so, he went into my laundry/storage/junk/ miscellaneous room to turn on the breaker. I apologized for the mess but he didn’t seem to mind it.
He then asked for access to my back yard to see if my air conditioning unit was turning on as it should. I reluctantly led him through my kitchen, through my sunroom/garden room/tool room/repair room and out to the yard.
After inspecting that, he said he needed to look at the units in my attic to be sure they were working. While he was putting his tools away, I galloped upstairs to make my bed since the attic access was in my bedroom closet. I didn’t know if he had read the article about how it isn’t good to make your bed because you want to air out your sheets, but it didn’t matter; I made my bed in record time.
Rob came upstairs through my office stepping around multiple dog beds/books/papers/ exercise equipment/ miscellaneous stuff to access my closet. The closet was probably the most organized place in my house. Very few people have actually seen it, except Rob.
The only places Rob didn’t see were the guest room and the upstairs bathroom. I don’t think I have ever had any guests, even rare overnight guests, who have seen that much of my house.
I can organize a few rooms, but often what I “organize” is thrown into another room. Rarely are all of my rooms organized at the same time.
Rob knows.
