chilling out and handymen

So, after a long day of stressful freaked out anxiety ridden work, you would think that coming home to the handyman working on your house banging on things and cutting your internet connection just might add to some amount of stress. However, we happen to have an extraordinary handyman. At first I was a little annoyed when he started rebuking me for my messy room and telling me that our (cheap) beer of choice for the house is a little subpar, however he has turned out to be quite the asset to the household despite these minor admonishments.

In fact the other day I came home in all manor of curses unloading on him about the insane homeless people I deal with on my job and the overwhelming work load I have to deal with despite it being winter "break." Then cursed my coat for its dysfunctional zipper as I clambered and slithered stepping out of it. He replies that I really need to chill out to which I remind myself this is merely the handyman and get to work on rewriting a paper which had gotten corrupted on some disk.

About an hour later he reappears bearing a case of very nice beer to make up for the amount of time he is inconveniencing my roommates and I while fixing a room in our place. I'd say this is pretty decent service and promptly began my chilling out by helping my self to a nice cold one.

But never fear, I got some papers written and even got them printed out using his printer. hahaha. yeah. Guy lives directly across the street. And even made me some chicken (that I had to decline for vegetarianism's sake) to eat for dinner while I used up his entire stack of printing paper.

They say you don't get to know your neighbors in big cities. haha.