no, not weird. I hate having people come to repair things. Our machine machine/dryer is forever getting clogged, and we call "the man" (it's usually always a man!), and they're always professional, and really polite, but just the idea of having a strange man in my house makes me anxious. I get the jitters. It triggers me into thinking about the past, events that happened in that past, et cetera, and if they're late, oh, so much worse. I have to get up early and make sure I'm "suitably dressed": long top to cover my bottom, high neck so no hint of cleavage, I start worrying that if I wear mascara he'll think I've done it for his benefit and see it as a come-on, I worry if I don't wear mascara he'll think me ugly and lazy. Sucks, huh?

My usual strategy in the past was... buy a new machine. Better then having strangers in my house. But, as strategies go, way too expensive to maintain.

It gets easier. Two years ago, I'd be sweating, heart racing, feeling sick and close to running. Yesterday, when the repair man came, I just felt slightly uncomfortable.

Progress, I reckon.