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A Day in the Life of Tay Pt. 2

It was a normal summer day. The sun was shining, and it was hot, even though it was only 9:00 am. I hadn’t gotten ready for the day yet as I was having my quiet time with the Lord. I didn’t need to be anywhere until 7:30 in the evening, so I was just relaxing and taking my time. I had my day planned out nicely to be able to have optimal time with the Lord, to do some work, get ready, cook, clean, and go out. If you know me, you know I am highly organized and like having structure in my life. You would also know that I don’t always handle it well when things don’t go according to the plan.

So, around 10:30 am, I hear my doorbell ring. There were several voices talking in the hallway, so I knew it wasn’t the postman. My hair was still disheveled from the night before and I was in my pajamas, so I decided to not answer it. Well, it rang again. And again. I then received a text message from my landlady that she needed to get into my apartment because there was some leak. So, I run to my room and get dressed and run to the bathroom to grab a hair tie and put my hair up as nicely as possible to try to look somewhat presentable. As I was approaching the door, I heard some keys starting to jiggle in the lock outside, and I opened the door quickly.

It honestly looked like I was going to be ambushed! My landlady was standing in the doorway, and behind her were 3 large men. And when I say large, I mean taller than 6 feet and stocky. I apologized and did my best to explain why I didn’t answer the door, and she was understanding. So, she’s trying to explain what is happening, but I wasn’t understanding because of how fast she was speaking and the lack of vocabulary that I have. So, I pick up the phone and call my Serbian language teacher to have him help me. Basically, she was telling me that it was going to take a long time, so if I needed to use the bathroom, I needed to do it then. Of course, I say I don’t need to. There were 3 large men crowding me, my landlady right in front of me, and my language teacher on the phone. Even if I had needed to go, I wouldn’t have gone!

A little time had passed, and she told me that this was going to be extensive work and that it was going to take more than one day. A little side note: I cannot STAND when there is construction in my building because it is so loud and so disruptive. So, now I am the one to be causing a disturbance. As Michael Scott would say, “Well, well, well. How the turntables…” I do not yet know the next time that these men will come to my door, but I am not looking forward to that day.

P.S. The reason I don’t typically answer my door when I am not expecting someone is because it is usually someone going around with a petition or trying to sell something, and it is so difficult for me to try to communicate with them. Even though I tell them that I don’t understand, they continue to try to push whatever it is they are selling. So, it can be quite an uncomfortable situation. But I am continuing to learn and I look forward to the day when I am able to communicate properly!


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