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Wednesday, March 16, 2011
I'm a 'talker'. That means, I love a good chat. Sure, I have off days where I just don't feel like socialising, mixing and talking about the weather, but they are rare. I'm almost always up for a chin wag, and it's no coincidence at all that one of my teachers nicknamed me 'motor-mouth' in primary school.
Get me and another talker together and whoaaaa - just look at us go. We're talkin' away, often talking over one another (but trying not to, of course). Quite frankly, there's a lot of noise going on. I get that the other person, like me, is itching to get in there and make their point. Tell a story. Muse over something already said. Because I understand the needs of a talker. You know?
However, in some instances, there are the not-so-pleasant 'talkers'. They're the ones who mostly talk about themselves, which is not a terrible thing per se (nothing wrong with sharing), but it's when they talk themselves 'up' all the time it becomes a bit of a bother. Especially, if whilst they're doing it, you could be doing a half dozen other things.
We have this particular tradesman that we use for all those specialty jobs around the house that Hubby just can't do. He's been coming to our places for years. I couldn't be happier with his work. I trust that he'll find any problems that may arise, and I believe he knows his stuff. The problem I have is what comes with the service. You see, this guy is such a talker, that when he has your attention he's in it for the long haul. The more he talks, and the more you listen, the better. I've even tried the old slow backing out of the room towards the front door in hopes that he'll follow, to no avail. It's gotten so ridiculous over the years, that a job that should take about 40-45 minutes max now takes two and a half hours!
But it gets worse. You see, according to my tradesman, he's the expert on everything and isn't shy in telling you so. Like, last year when he came to do a job here for us; he was hammering away, stopping every few seconds to tell me something, and this is pretty much how (part of) the conversation went: "Yeah - my missus likes it when I help out at the school. (tap, tap) They always ask me to MC at the fundraisers, because no one else has the gift of the gab like I do. (tap, tap) They know I can get people to cough up the cash for the auction bit, because I could sell ice to the Eskimos, you know? (tap, tap) Then last year, they got some auctioneer guys to do it instead of me. (tap, tap) I think they wanted to make it more 'professional', but they couldn't sell a bloody thing! (tap, tap) People want familiarity. No one knew those jokers from a bar of soap. (tap, tap) They know if they want the job done, I'm your guy. (tap, tap) I don't know why they got those guys to do it instead." (tap, tap...tap)
I wanted to say, "Really? You don't get that?" But instead, I did my usual, "Oh," and just nodded.
It's gotten to the point where I'm not sure all the good work he's doing is a fair trade off for what I have to endure each visit. But finding a good person for all those jobs around the house is difficult.
He is visiting us again today, but this time I'm not getting suckered in to spending a couple of hours walking around my house trying to find an excuse to escape his incessant banter. I have a plan.
I'm going to use the kid.
Yup, the 4yr old and I are going to be very busy hanging out together in the safety of his bedroom, doing lots of...important stuff. Gluing. Reading. Sleeping on his bed...I don't care. So long as I don't have to face the talker.
Are you a talker? Is there anyone you know who you try to avoid because you know they'll talk your ear off? (It's, ah, not me, is it?)
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