This isn’t going to plan.

 

My day as Project Manager of the “big scary” renovation did not go well yesterday. It didnt’ go well at all and even though I constantly complained about how badly it was going, I was not fired.

It started when I went to the empty new house in the morning to meet the wardrobe man for a quote. I didn’t remember whether I was meeting him at 9:00 or 10:00 so I decided to take my laptop and get there early just in case. I tried to use my iPhone as a hotspot when I realised I had 9% battery power and no charger. So I fell asleep (this is my best way of dealing with stress.)

I woke up at 10:40 and the wardrobe company had still not arrived. I tried to call them which is when I realised that I didn’t know their number. Or their name. (I told you I am not a good Project Manager). So, I did what I always do when things don’t go according to plan – I phoned my husband and complained. He phoned the wardrobe company for me, because he had their number, then he phoned me back and told me they were scheduled to come at 2pm.

I had wasted my morning sleeping. Except no sleep is a waste (or so I told myself).
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I had a few things to do before going back to the empty house to meet the joiner so I decided to leave my laptop there and get the stuff done.

I arrived back at empty house just in time to meet the joiner who was coming to quote on the same stuff as the wardrobe man , just half an hour earlier. He arrived with the builder and I felt like I was on top of my game, so much so that when the builder suggested that the joiner take a photo of the plans I said quite emphatically “No, don’t worry about that! Take this copy, I have it on email I don’t need it”.

And as they drove away I realised that it was the only copy I had for the wardrobe man who I was due to meet in 15 minutes. My current house is not far from my new house so I raced home to print the plans again. Except when I got home I realised that my laptop was at the new, empty house.

And that my dear readers, is just part of the reason that I am a very shit project manager and will probably never have cupboards.

Ninth on the list

It was quite some time ago that we put in an application to Council to renovate our home.  I had heard all the horror stories (why is it that everybody has a horror story to tell you about their development application?) but I was quietly confident (okay not so quietly) that ours would be different.  I thought that all the people who complained had just been difficult, they had been pushy or they had wanted to build stainless steel towers on heritage listed sewerage plants or the like

So we got our draftsman Carolyn to submit the diagrams and ever so quickly the council sent out letters inviting our neighbours to find fault with us and our vision for our home.  I knew that this was going to happen so I had been very busy, I baked a cake for one neighbour, got another out of a sticky situation that I am sure she would be horrified to have made public, I made sure I smiled at everybody when I walked the dog  – even the very odd man whose cat my dog would like to eat.  In essence I charmed all my neighbours into submission and it worked a treat.  No objections were lodged.

And then the wait began.

Carolyn begged urged me to let Council just do their job and not to harass them.

So I waited, and I waited some more.

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If I was not allowed to nag Council Lady I decided to nag Carolyn instead.  Now the truth is that Carolyn is not only my draftsperson, colourist and interior designer but she is also the mother of Little Pencil’s best friend.  So I nagged her at social gatherings, I nagged her in the school pick up line, I nagged her at the gym, I nagged her on the phone and soon Carolyn informed me that she was going away FOR 2 MONTHS (my nagging can have that affect on some people).

It seemed that I had lost a friend and nagging ear to an overseas trip so I did what anyone would do in my situation – I decided to make a new friend.  One that just so happened to be in charge of my Development Application at the Council.  I phoned DA Lady and introduced myself.  I think I may have got off on the wrong footing when I introduced myself as a person who would very much like a swimming pool. But, I persisted and the conversation became easier and although I was really trying to appear light and friendly, inwardly I was sending strong begging signals down the phone line.

My calls to her became more and more frequent and more and more frustrating.  If there is such a thing as repetitive speech syndrome, DA Lady has it.  Every time I call we go through the same thing.  I introduce myself, we chat about the weather and the weekend and then she tells me my application is ninth on the list.  Every. Single. Time that I speak to her she tells me I am ninth on the list.  I explain patiently that she told me I was ninth on the list 2 months ago , 3 weeks ago, 2 weeks ago and she says yes, you are ninth on the list and I will try to get to it this week.

It has been 4 months since we moved into ninth on the list.  I have chosen the tiles, I have selected the new bathroom fixtures, I have almost decided on a wallpaper for the dining room.  It is very comfortable here at number nine.  The only thing is that it’s not great for entertaining and that really was the whole purpose of the renovation.

Have you ever been stuck in a council loop, a bad communication loop, any loop?  Do you know how I can break DA Lady out of her repetitive speech syndrome?