This week has been really one heck of a busy time for all three of us. Yet it was not our project that has been keeping our hands full; it was our studies and my upcoming tennis competitions that had driven the project out of our minds for a while. During for nearly the whole course of the week, I had been out of reach from my other team-mates, being present in the National Tennis Stadium off Jalan Duta. Not much was done for the toilet – aside for a few more butterfly templates added to the walls, that was all that had been done.
Still, I choose the time to contemplate about our project whilst I sat waiting for my tennis match to start off. Maybe I felt doubtful that we would finish the painting next week, let alone this week (and it turned out true, after all). Maybe I knew that it was troubling that our execution date was near…SO VERY NEAR. Maybe I thought of many ambitious ventures to decorate the toilets, but so did many of them never bear fruit (and that’s what that irritates my perfectionist ideals). I’ve spent many hours from Monday to Thursday seating at the stadium’s sidelines, SMS-ing Self-Declared Openness and Agreeable Relational to keep me updated (which nothing much actually happening).
After my sound defeat at the third round of the competition (which I would graciously admit for once that it had been caused by my impatience and carelessness), I found myself back at school once more. Except things maybe had not been going as normal as I thought.
The butterfly stencils.
Was…was I seeing it right? Where were they located?
And perhaps the ancient mistake of miscommunication has occurred in the process. Last Saturday, I had phoned the two to “continue painting the butterflies at the entrance of the toiletsâ€. They took my word for it.
What’s done is done, I guess. My displeasure that ‘more work has to be done for murals’ can’t really change the fact of the butterfly stencils had been extended from where originally planned. I felt compelled to paint over the stencils myself, but I stopped myself and thought.
What would I feel if someone had painted over my work?
What would they feel if their hard work on Saturday, on a day that was supposed to be a work-free day, was wiped out in minutes?
I know I won’t feel happy.
And for the few times in my life, I decided that I would forget about my pride and let the thing slide. This is all about a team, after all. Not a one-man commando.
The designs, on the other hand, have been going underway during my break from school and all those school homework (especially after me losing my third match on Thursday morning. I had to wait for transport from my teacher, one of the competition’s umpires, till late afternoon). There is an enormous resource of available designs on the Internet and art books, and I stumbled onto a retro floral design that looked really great. And I jumped on the bandwagon and went on to paint the initial patterns on the toilet walls already.
That’s the ‘at-least-for-now’ good news for my frayed nerves this week.
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