Let me start by saying I work in a very high stress engineering environment where plans are made and changed in lightening speed and making sure those changes don't slip through the cracks mean certain systems need to be put in place. Now I had pre-start last Thursday and to be honest, I was nervous that I would forget something or that I would explain something and it would get lost in translation. To keep me breathing normally I took the spreadsheets I use at work for drawing modifications and applied this to the pre-start, Any change I scribbled on plans I put into my spreadsheet, I numbered drawings and sub numbered changes and it was just so much easier to understand the 87 or so changes I had made.
This is organised, this is good..... well except that my husband laughed at me and told me I was a control freak, my mother explained that the pre-start person probably wouldn't want the carbon copy I had made of my changes file and my friends told me to relax and just let it flow. HELLO! When did being organised and making other people life easier make me a freak. It seems there is merit in just scribbling notes onto pieces of scrap paper, receipts etc. It makes you look more relaxed and carefree. Why do we live in a society where people are teased and put into boxes for doing something that is essentially..... good. We want our kids to be organised, we obviously want our builder to be organised and yet when it comes to the client they are scary and painful because they have an organised way of conveying their wants and needs.
I actually apologised to the pre-start consultant when I met her for my organisation and I honestly did feel bad, I did feel like I had tried to hard, but then I feel bad for feeling bad about being organised. I received a compliment the other day about how inspired a person is by how organised I am and how they hope that they can be as "organised" as me when they build their house and I actually felt awkward about accepting it, I wanted to feel good but at the same time I felt like the nerd at the front of the class who has actually studied for the test.
Ultimately though and this is what I keep telling myself, the nerd who actually studies is going to become a doctor or whatever they want whereas the carefree, relaxed coaster will most likely be struggling in the future. Same with the house, I don't have to worry about having passageways in the wrong spot, about walking to the other side of the house to switch a light on, or about a kitchen that just doesn't have enough storage.
So the control freak stays - and to my lovely husband - Please stop laughing, its really not funny!