Too much to ask?

I like order in my life. It's my balance, the other side of my chaotic, enquiring brain. So, if an electrician says he'll come between 8 and 9, I mentally prepare myself, because I know that his visit will disrupt the order of my life, even if only for a few hours: the electricity will be off, so no WiFi, no TV, no kettle, boiler or cryptic crossword on the Times app. No shopping or coffee shop, as I have to be en casa. And my house is small, so he'll be invading my space. Whereas I am generally easy about whether I get out of bed at 7:45, 8, 8:15 or whatever, now I have to be precise and make sure the alarm is going to work. Which means I wake up much earlier, in order to check the alarm does its (now unnecessary) job. Disorder. Stress.

So when the electrician I had booked for 08:30 yesterday didn't tun up, and didn't contact me except to answer my "where are you?" message 2 hours after it was sent, I was ticking. However, "mañana" he said [he's Manuel, from Barcelona]. Tomorrow. "Between 8 and 9". OK, reset alarm for Tuesday. More sleep deprivation stress. Today. 09:30. No sign of electrician. I've had enough and fire him by text. Don't mess with me.

Which leaves me looking for an alternative. We'll see how that goes.

If you're thinking I need a therapist rather than a builder, you're probably not wrong. Although both would be best; just turn up on time. Is that too much to ask?