Excuse Me, When Did I Join the Repair Team? ðĐðŧð§
Somewhere along the way, adulthood quietly added a new responsibility to the list: video repair appointments. And I would just like to know… who approved this? There was a time—not that long ago—when something broke, and a person showed up, toolbox in hand, ready to fix it. Simple. Clean. Efficient. Now? Now we schedule a video call and suddenly I’m holding my phone like a camerawoman while being gently coached through what is apparently my role in the repair process. This all started with a bed frame that hasn’t worked properly since day one. So naturally, the solution was not “we’ll send someone out,” but instead, “let’s hop on a video call so you can show us the problem.” Show you the problem? I live with the problem. I am the problem at this point. “Can you angle your camera a little lower?” “Can you zoom in on that part?” “Can you try pressing that again?” I’m sorry… are we filming a documentary or fixing furniture? There is something wildly humbling about standing there, phone ...