Take a moment. Give yourself a pat on the back. Go ahead.
Why? Because no matter who you are, you are more successful at social interaction than I am. Simple small talk? Errrr...I um...am, awkward. Chit-chat in a store or at a restaurant? I DON'T WANT TO TALK, JUST SELL ME THE SHOES/CLOTHES/DINNER. Relationships? All kinds of relationships, routinely, I fail.
You are also, no matter who you are, most likely better at decision making than I am. Here is a rough guide to my decision-making process:
- Wonder to myself: Did I hem?
- Wonder to myself: I'm not sure I hawed enough.
- Haw--hard-- so I'll be sure to remember that I HAWED.
- Wonder if there's any way to put off the decision.
- Ask my family/friends what they think.
- Think to myself: Well, 2 months have gone by. I guess I could either hem, or I could haw.
So far, I've had 3 handypersons come. Handyman #1 was Gladhand Ed, who came with ESL Sidekick. Handyman #2 was actually a Handy Lady, which I thought was kind of awesome. I showed her some of the handytasks to be done, and she seemed up for the job and gave me a rough estimate. Handyman #3 was a really nice guy. A really nice, well-qualified guy. Reeeeally nice. So, so nice. His socks were very white, so I'll call him White Sox. Came to the Frankenstein House to go over the handytasks, and then sent me an estimate and responded to a few questions.
Handy Lady? White Sox? White Sox? Handy Lady? Handy Lady is more affordable, no question. She also comes highly recommended, and is available sooner than White Sox.
But how can I tell White Sox that even though he came, and even though he sent me an estimate-- I think I won't...be asking him over again? Not anytime soon, anyway?
I mean, I just...I really...I have no words. And words are exactly what I need right now.
See, I bet you would know what to do in this situation. Give yourself a pat on the back. Or, let me give you a high five through the internets.
Here is where I would like to, as my brother says, high-five it out with White Sox. As in: No hard feelings, thanks for your time! I appreciate that you came, and you seem nice and good at your job, so high five, man! High five that you're good at your job and nice, and even if I don't use you right now, I might want to contact you in the future. Would that be OK? Yes? OK, awesome. High five. Leave on good terms, high-five it out.
But, ugh--for someone as socially awkward and decisionally-challenged as I am, that is sooo much easier said than done.