It is apparently in the contract to vacuum up all the tiny tidbits after installation. I tried to tell him I was more than happy to do it myself. My husband even tried to explain it to him, but to no avail. He had to do it and what followed was an anxiety level like I haven't dealt with in awhile.
I was excited when he came from the truck toting my exact vacuum model. This may not be so bad, I thought. I mean, I have had other people help me clean before and although I had hated every stinking second of it, I made it through and really how bad could it be?
Firstly, he missed whole sections and the beautiful marks the vacuum made where all out of line and every which way. He ran it over the carpet not with a passion like I do but more like someone who finds vacuuming tedious, And I don't blame him for that. Most people hate to vacuum. I on the other hand, was extremely excited to get vacuum it for the first time. I looked forward to the possibility of it, like a child looks forward to getting an ice cream cone on Sunday. I was so stoked. Yes, I am aware that makes me weird and no I don't care how that makes me sound.
If the anxiety of the way he vacuumed wasn't bad enough, I realized that the vacuum dustbin was overfilled. It was making the high pitched whine that a too full vacuum makes as it struggles to suck dirt in and has no where to store it. Just watching it no longer able to spin the dirt around in the tunnel was enough to drive my nerves into a frenzy. I had visions of myself walking up to him, unplugging the thing, ripping out the dustbin and emptying it and putting back together, and plugging it back in without saying a word. I wanted to. I really did, but who does that, seriously? So instead, I refused to look at it. I refused to watch the vacuum massacre going on in my living room and instead bit my lip until I tasted blood. It would all be over soon, I told myself. Then I could whip out my vacuum and do it properly after he left. My husband just watched me and patted my hand. He knows how much other people cleaning in my house bothers me.
And so this is the problem. I don't want other people to "tidy up" in my home. I am totally uncomfortable with it. I wanted him to just leave it and let me do it. However, some people
have complained before if they leave bits of carpet fibers around after they install the carpet. Seriously, why? Why complain about something so minor as that?
The installers were highly professional and did amazing work in a really short time. My husband even called the store to compliment the installers for the excellent work they did. I hope they get rewarded or something, because they really deserve it. My issue is that because of my mental illness, getting people to do not do things that make me very uncomfortable can be impossible. My husband even told them that I had OCD and preferred them not to vacuum. They didn't understand or they weren't allowed to not vacuum and that kinda bothers me. I know the world doesn't revolve around me and my illness but on the other hand, I really wish people understood more about OCD and how debilitating it can be. Even with something as small as a carpet installer vacuuming after he installs it.....
The carpet looks marvelous and I am really happy with it. My whole family is. I even was thrilled with the installers. I am just not thrilled with my OCD but there isn't much I can do about that, I guess. I did vacuum it properly as soon as they were out the door. My cats love the carpet too.
Mr.H loves laying on the new carpet. Yes, I know he is fat. We got him that way. Lol.