I wonder how some people can stay with the same job for so long without going crazy.
For fifteen years now, I’ve done the same job, and crazy now has a better office then me. Fifteen years that seem like forever.
And the people I meet, most of them very nice and very pleasant, always want the same thing. They call me to their home and expect me to convince them of what they want. Sometimes they have ideas, but they are always cloudy. I am there for clarity. I am given the pleasure of trying to read their minds. I am there to settle their disputes. A contractor is nothing more then a diplomat and therapist and mind reader all rolled into one.
Who would ever believe that landscapes would cause so much tension between husbands and wives? That battles of will could be fought over the placement of something so small as a tulip bulb?