Drawer-life, flighty contractors and other woes of my tiny existence
Fair warning, this post was created primarily for the purpose of venting my recent frustrations. It involves a considerable amount of whinging. I still consider said whinging justified for the most part, so I’m going to push forth, but I would nevertheless like for the act to be framed within some degree of self-awareness so that I don’t cringe too much at this when I come back and read this when I’m in a better place in my life.
I could always just delete the post when that day comes… But that would be rather pathetic, so I’d prefer to preemptively set forth my apologies for the petty whining that’s about to ensue.
So if you haven’t already heard, I live in a drawer. Specifically, a drawer in Ruchika’s study.
Which is not all that terrible for a 5-inch doll, I’ll admit (I’m aware of my lot in life). However, I signed off on the plans for my new house in September of 2019. And we’re now in April 2020. Not a LICK of construction has begun on my new home despite having paid my contractor (Ruchika – who is also my landlord (and my human overlord for all intents and purposes)) in full.
Getting out of the drawer in question
My current drawer accommodations were meant to be temporary. She was supposed to begin construction on the house soon after. And she’s been citing the COVID-19 lockdown – and the consequent shutdown of printers and laser cutters – as the main cause for delay, which is all well and good, but might I remind you that in September 2019, Corona was a beer.
She had a good 4 months at least before the pandemic hit. And let’s be real, full-scale human homes may take a year or two to construct – this is a dollhouse for crying out loud.
I mean I suppose I’m meant to be grateful that I’m at least set up with a refrigerator and a washing machine and a small library (thank god) in this drawer of mine? I have no plumbing! I have a bucket of water left in the drawer for all my sanitary needs – how barbarically medieval is that?! I have to trek around 22 feet (this is after climbing down from the drawer that’s about a foot off the ground) to get to her human bathroom even to just wash my hands (no, I refuse to go near the aforementioned bucket). And don’t even get me started on the very unsafe climb up the health faucet pipe just to get to the sink. Do I get any help with this? Have I ever gotten a, “Hey, want a lift to the bathroom since I’m a 5-foot tall human and it’s really easy for me to travel 22 feet and reach a 3-foot high sink?” Nope.
And this would all be the tiniest bit more bearable if she would just communicate. But she doesn’t answer my calls anymore! I don’t know what her end game is here. This is her art project. Is she going to take my money and run? Where to, though? I live in her study, a place she put me up in herself.
What it looks like when Ruchika’s evading my calls
Do you think she might one day just decide to can the whole project and throw me in the trash when I’m asleep and pretend like I never existed? And if she does plan to follow through and finish my dollhouse, why can’t she just stop ignoring me and give me a realistic ETA?
Okay end of rant. For now anyway. I am much too annoyed to end this blog post with anything other than graceless abruptness. Goodbye for now.
