its called, someone please take my foot and shove it my mouth syndrome.

so I have not one but two sites coming to an end. which means double the oh-my-god, this isn't right, double the oh no you must choose the fabric I liked and not the one you did, cuz lets face it ... a] you're like errr paying me and b] you wudn't even want to make an underwear out of that, your penis might just get scared and retract thanks to the catastrophe u'd have inflicted.

but then do clients learn, no they do not. So I needed a mirror and my point being this one client had been eating my brains to stop by and check this mirror he claimed, I would love. "I bought it from this old Iranian lady when I moved to mumbai", he proclaimed.

Errr. Ok. Send it over to the site then, I'll have a look.

Him:- So did you see the mirror
me:- oh, you've sent it on site, cool, lemme see
him:- yes, I did yesterday, I think its in the master bedroom
me:- ummm, no I don't see nothing here
him:- It's on site I am sure
me:- No Mr.R, theres nothing here,except this really horrid white round framed mirror in what looks like plastic, oh god yes, plastic. thats all, you sure the contractor got it on sie?

- silence -

me:- Mr R !?
him:- Ummm, yes that is the one, the mirror
me:- ummmm, oh okay.

- silence -

me:- it's like plastic ...
him:- yea, we don't have to ....
me:- oh goodie. it's nice tho, but yea, lets not use it.

but seriously, WHAT WAS HE THINKING.

anyways, we are using it, in one bathroom. its ugly. but then hey, the domestic help needs a mirror too, no !?