Need a Painter

I’ve been wanting to get in contact with a painter for a while now, as I have a pretty big project for them. The problem is that I don’t have a computer in my home, nor do I want one. My mobile is one of the old flip phones, so I can’t access the internet on it. Because of this, I don’t really know how to use the internet at all. I like it that way because it seems like a massive distraction.

My neighbour, Jack, suggested I go to the local library and browse the internet there, but as I suggested, I don’t know how to do that. Nobody seems willing to help me find a painter around Melbourne, either. I guess desperate times call for desperate measures.

I’m going to handwrite and draw up several advertisements for painters, then I’ll put them up on local notice boards, trees and poles. Hopefully, I will have a local painter calling my mobile phone within a day or two.

Maybe I should just invest in a computer and internet, though. I am getting a bit sick of going through this process every few weeks, whenever I need any sort of tradesman to do work on my home. That’s right, it’s not just when I need interior house painters. Last week I had a clogged drain in my shower and had to go on a big hike through town to find a plumber who could help me.

Obviously, the more logical thing to do would be to buy a copy of that big book which lists businesses of pretty much every kind. Unfortunately, I have xanthophobia, which is the fear of a certain colour. I can’t even say the word without having a panic attack. My anxiety levels go through the roof whenever I am around lemons, taxis or even get a good look at the sun. 

You may be wondering how I’m writing this post if I don’t have any internet. Well, the thing is that my psychologist wanted me to start blogging, so she is typing this up while I dictate. Wait, psych, can you find a professional painter for me? Apparently, she can! Hooray!