Hello, it’s me again. The girl who is struggling so much with being an adult that she spends days at a time crying, unable to pick up the phone and call a plumber even when she desperately needs one. It’s unfortunate that this is how I define myself and how people know me. I’m just the girl who can’t handle being anything other than a girl – I don’t want to be an adult. I don’t want to deal with the blocked sewer near my house. Melbourne is such an old city and has such old buildings that pretty much every house in my street is dealing with the same problems. It’s too much for me. I just want to live a stress free and fun life – is that too much to ask?
I wish I could just get my dad to come over and do my drain repairs. In the Brighton area, it’s not hard to come across a variety of qualified plumbers, but I don’t like talking on the phone and so I try to avoid doing that where I can. Unfortunately my dad isn’t a qualified plumber and there’s no way he’d be able to fix my blocked sewer and broken drains. That means I have to suck it up and call a plumber even though I don’t want to. Part of me just wants to live with the drain issues for the rest of my life but that’s not very feasible. So I have to bite the bullet and call. Here it goes.
The conversation went well. He’s going to come in the next couple of days to fix my drains. He said that I don’t need to worry about it and that it’s well within his area of expertise to be able to fix my drains with no issues. I’m just going to put it out of my head now and hope for the best.