A couple of years ago, I met this woman with a funny name, and added her as a friend on here.

I remember she once made a post saying she was out of work and looking for odd jobs. She seemed capable, so I made mental note of her, since I like paying people to do things for me. Or, more accurately, help me do things I cannot manage to do myself.

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I recently got back from a trip and was feeling determined to finally get my garage in order. One of my tenants had left, and I was making a lot of progress on tidying/decluttering the interior of the house. But the garage…my brain hurt just thinking about thinking about it.

So, my plan was to find someone to help me do this thing which I had no idea how to do and had barely started. The ideal candidate would also figure out how to manage Familiar.

I reached out to the woman. She was available to start the next day, which was perfect. We set a time. And I told her I reserved the right to pay her more than the agreed upon rate - “More progress means more inner relief for me means bigger tip for you”.

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The next day, before her arrival, I sent a text letting her know the door was unlocked and that I might not hear her come in because I’d be wearing headphones.

When she came in, I did hear the door. I poked my head out to say hi, then went back to what I was doing around the corner. I didn’t get a reply back.

It turns out, she maybe didn’t know who I was. I say that because her eventual reply to my “hi” was “you scared the shit out of me”.

Apparently I wasn’t the Abhi she expected to see. Meaning she walked into my house expecting to see a different Abhi.

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I had assumed she knew who I was, because we’d been chatting on Messenger, and it shows my picture and last name.

We had a good laugh about the situation. Thankfully she agreed it was entirely her fault.

I like when people just own their fuck-ups so we can move on. We all fuck up, it’s fine. Why not laugh about it, learn, and move on.