Thursday: A guy from the construction company calls me and tells me that they are gonna come next week and Fix Everything - am I gonna be home? I ask him when. He says that they are gonna be at Tero's place Monday at 8 and gonna call me Monday morning and come sometime on Monday.
9:30: An electricity inspector comes and inspects electricity. He thinks that all the wiring of all three ceiling lamps should be replaced and some wiring added in the kitchen.
10:00: Where are the electricians?
10:30: Where the fuck are the electricians?
11:00: Where the fuck are the electricians?
11:30: Where the fuck are the fucking electricians? Gonna rape them with a Cristmas tree if they show up.
12:00: The plan to rape them with a Christmas tree fails for two logistical reasons: 1) no electricians, and 2) no Christmas tree.
12:30: The plan to find them by phone also fails, for one logistical reason: no electricians.
13:00: The plan to find somebody by phone succeeds. Somebody (the same somebody who called me on Thursday) says they have been in the building. I say this doesn't help much. He says they are gonna be here the first thing Tuesday morning at 8.
13:07: I bugger off to work.
19:30: I am back from work with a vague feeling that I should move my stuff out of their way. The problem is that their way is pretty much everywhere.
0:00: Bugger all. Gotta bugger off to bed. Didn't get any sleep last night.
1:00: Woke up to a nightmare about the electricians.
2:00: Woke up to another nightmare about the electricians.
7:30: Woke up to the alarm clock. Considered beating the electricians over the head with it.
8:00: Shower, pants and tea all located. Waiting for the electricians.
8:30: Where the hell are the electricians?
8:55: The doorbell! Hurrah!
A colorful character walks in and stares at my ceiling in a "what the fuck way".
Me: Are you an electrician?
Him: No, I am a painter.
Me: Huh? Öööö...
Him: Supposed to paint over their work...
Me: Can't paint the holes...
Him: That would take special skills... but where are they?
Me: Wondered about it myself...
Him: I'll call them.
With that the Picasso disappeared and was never heard from again.
9:20: Called the somebody again.
Me: They were supposed to be there at 8 and didn't show up!
Somebody: A painter was there.
Me: I know.
Somebody: Did he get the keys?
Me: No. Don't you have the keys?
Somebody: We sorta do...
Me: Gonna leave the security lock open.
Somebody: They are gonna be there eventually.
10:15: Finally at work.
10:17: The phone rings.
The electrician: We are here and we can't get in!
Me: Don't you have the keys?
The electrician: None of them work, the housing company doesn't have your keys.
Me (making a mental note to disembowel whoever lost my keys and make them pay for the lock replacement - not necessarily in this order): I can be there in half an hour.
The electrician: That's too late! I can't just wait for you! Can't we set up a time later in the afternoon?
Me: Sure, whatever, just tell me when.
The electrician: Sometime after 16?
Another electrician in the background: Are you talking to Vera?
The first electrician: Yes.
The other electrician in the background: Wrong apartment, she lives downstairs.
The first electrician (to me): Oops, forget it.