The controller in me wanted to take a back seat to give the benefit of the doubt. Maybe she’ll do a good job without so many check points and prodding. So I let go and don’t check up for two weeks.
She tells me I can move in, so I schedule movers and furniture delivery. Upon arrival, I see defects everywhere. Painting must be redone. Paint is everywhere. The cabinets are not done. The floor re-sanded, varnished, and polished. The curtain doesn’t hang right. The spaces in between pleats are uneven and looks cheap. The fan in one room spins one way. The other one, the other….
An overall shoddy work. No sense of pride in the work or ownership.
And so, I’ve moved in, but they’re going to have to fix it in the next two weeks.
Why do we hurry and do things half way just to fix it and do it again? Why do it thrice what can be done once?
And so, I am back to my controller way of working. I’ve posted red post-it notes around all the defects.