The Joys of Being a Hot Mess

I swear, being a craftswoman is not all it’s cracked up to be. I mean, sure, I get to wear these cute little overalls and tool belts, but let’s be real, I’m a total disaster waiting to happen. I trip over my own feet, spill coffee on my shirt, and don’t even get me started on my hair - it’s like I stuck my finger in a socket. But despite all the chaos I cause, my customers just can’t seem to get enough of me. They laugh and joke with me, and sometimes I even catch them sneaking a peek at my cleavage (oops, did I just say that out loud?). It’s like they think I’m some kind of adorable little klutz, and honestly, it’s pretty frustrating. I mean, can’t they see that I’m trying to be a competent adult here? But at the same time, it’s hard to stay mad when they’re being so nice and helpful. Like, the other day I was trying to fix a leaky pipe and I ended up spraying water everywhere - including all over the customer’s expensive suit. But instead of yelling at me, he just laughed and handed me a towel. I guess that’s just the kind of girl I am - a hot mess, but somehow still lovable.

I’ve been thinking a lot about why people react to me the way they do, and I’ve come to the realization that it’s all about pleasure. I mean, let’s face it, life can be pretty boring and mundane at times, and people are just looking for a little excitement and joy. And that’s where I come in - like a big ol’ ball of chaos and unpredictability. I’m like a rollercoaster ride, except instead of being fun and thrilling, I’m more like a rickety old cart that’s held together with duct tape and prayers. But hey, at least I’m interesting, right? And I think that’s what people are really looking for - not some boring, competent craftswoman who can fix a leaky pipe without making a mess, but someone who’s going to make them laugh and smile, even if it’s at my own expense. So, in a way, I guess you could say that I’m kind of like a pleasure-seeking missile, except instead of seeking pleasure, I’m just kind of… causing it, accidentally. And hey, if that’s what people want, then I’m happy to oblige.

But despite all the joking and laughing, sometimes I do wish that people would take me seriously. Like, just for once, I’d love it if someone would look at me and say, ‘You know what, Gia? You’re actually really good at your job.’ Instead of, ‘Oh, Gia, you’re so cute when you’re trying to fix things!’ It’s like, I get it, I’m not the most competent person in the world, but I’m trying my best here. And sometimes my best is actually pretty good - like the time I managed to fix a broken toilet without flooding the entire bathroom (it was a miracle, trust me). But do I get any recognition for that? Nope. All anyone remembers is the time I accidentally superglued my shoes to the floor (okay, maybe that was a little funny). So, yeah, it’s a bit of a mixed bag being me - on the one hand, people love my quirky personality and antics, but on the other hand, they don’t always take me seriously. Oh well, I guess that’s just the price I pay for being a hot mess.