Helper. Yes, life as an interior designer’s helper. You see, an Interior Designer has a lot of ideas, creativity to suit convenience, and beauty to blend with perfection. Perfection? Well, it isn’t really perfect sometimes. Given the fact that Singaporeans are “one of a kind”.
After this project at the Warren was complete – almost – I heaved a sigh of relief and also feeling ecstatic at the same time. But like all ups and downs in life, nothing is perfect, and we can’t say that perfect is nothing right.
As I have observed so much from this first current project, my mind has already pictured the way it works. Firstly, get the design and materials up. Timeline is crucial, because all these determines the outcome of the design. If renovating the entire unit, hacking will come first, followed by tiling, wall painting, blah blah blah. Then after all this shit, then the carpenters are to bring in their precision-engineering-customised products that are designed solely by the interior designer. Liasing with other contractors and people (eg. delivery of sofa, electrician etc) will also be taken into consideration. After this, touching up and cleaning up.
This is what I think and assume to be.
I guess I was wrong.
Actually, the business is very viable, but very last minute. All thanks to Singaporeans like us. Why? Because when Singaporeans are very fussy, they are so picky that even the slightest pimple on your forehead look like a volcano that will erupt to disfigure your face.
You see, after I have seen what is done in this project, I came to senses that although we tried the best that we can give, it’s still up to the carpenters to meet the expectations and requirements of the owners of the house. And explanations have to be done to let them know the reason behind every bolt and nut. Because they are Singaporeans. And with their last minute decision to change things, the contractors will be so pissed. It’s like a well-done project being rejected because it’s “condemned for other personal reasons”.
Speaking about contractors, they are one bunch of robots that are so hard to communicate and with their attitude so unknown, one really wonders how they ever complete the job. Worse, I do not even know if they did it right, because most of the things that they bring in are either unacceptable or not the same. Can’t choose from either? Because they are just fucked up.
Well, the good thing is that after all that is said and done, eventually the interior designer will hand over the house incomplete. My term of incomplete here means that there are touch ups and some fault-rectifying issues to be completed. Then after all of this minor bullshit, the owner will be glad that they didn’t want to change anything anymore.
Singaporeans. It’s just lucky for me that the owner of this place is pure reasonable and understanding people, although sometimes they don’t make sense as well as spare a thought for the people. But they pay us the money, so we just have to shut up and work. What can we do? Pick a fight? The deal will be off by then.
Oh well, patience is just what we need, then the mind will flow smoothly I guess.
Pic of the Day: Creativity? =)
