Bitchy know it alls
So today my Bro tells me that I need to be at this house to supervise the opening of the tent. Ok I said and was a tad bit late getting there (20 mins late). He told me to call the homeowner who was 15 mins away to tell him we where there and needed the key. Note #1 - I hate when they don't leave a key...Its not like I'm gonna steal anything! I have a strict policy reguarding that. It just doesn't happen.
So I call him to tell him we are there and he informs me that we were too early and that he won't be there for another 40 mins. Note #2 - My bro had told him 'in the morning' thus 8am to 12 noon, it was 10:30am.
I didn't like this man's voice...you know when you can just not like someone just by the way they sound. I told him that we would get started and he could meet us there. I was not pulling my crew off this job 'cause your doing lord knows what after you told us you would be there.
He arrives and then preceeds to tell me how he just sold the house (small crappy thing) for 1.2 million and how he's got a $16,000 roof on it...Do I care...NO. If this one went for 1.2 what the heck is the one I just did on prime ocean front property worth $5 mil? You know it was bad 'cause my crew was making fun of him.
So I finally leave...he cost my crew an extra hours worth of work 'cause he had to make sure everything was put back...each and every piece of bark.
That was rant #1
So I go ahead to my next assignment...I'm there and its my turn to have the office phone forwarded to my cell so someone answers the dang thing.
Halfway though my work at this site, I get a call from a pissed off customer telling me that we left his house open and that the tent was not supposed to come off until Thursday. I try to calmly explain to him that this is the normal process and that I would talk to the crew that was out there and see what was going on. I hang up. Call my crew...they said they locked everything up and had left an hour ago. So I call this man back and he informs me that his wife has entered the house, should he call the paramedics or go to the hospital? Note #3 - Who the heck would enter a hosue that is plastered with 14x20 inch danger signs. I wouldn't
Now I freak...the house is somewhat safe to enter but not without a SCBA (thing Scuba gear). I call bro, this man has worked me up so much that I'm now crying to my bro telling him I can't handle it. I call the other company that works with us...they say ok and call bro.
Bro goes out there...the customer has those metal security doors on his house...when we see those we lock them and leave the front door open to let it air out better. She went up to this door(totally safe as long as your not in the house) and got a whiff of the tear gas we use. So the house was NOT open.
So yeah that's how my day went. Oh and on top of all that my mom called me to tell my that dad had chipped the paint on my car while working in the engine. He was mad at himself. I'm not mad, I have some ideas of what to put there to cover it up...my car's gonna have a tattoo. Maybe a heart with some wings or maybe a heart lock. Let me know what you think.
So I call him to tell him we are there and he informs me that we were too early and that he won't be there for another 40 mins. Note #2 - My bro had told him 'in the morning' thus 8am to 12 noon, it was 10:30am.
I didn't like this man's voice...you know when you can just not like someone just by the way they sound. I told him that we would get started and he could meet us there. I was not pulling my crew off this job 'cause your doing lord knows what after you told us you would be there.
He arrives and then preceeds to tell me how he just sold the house (small crappy thing) for 1.2 million and how he's got a $16,000 roof on it...Do I care...NO. If this one went for 1.2 what the heck is the one I just did on prime ocean front property worth $5 mil? You know it was bad 'cause my crew was making fun of him.
So I finally leave...he cost my crew an extra hours worth of work 'cause he had to make sure everything was put back...each and every piece of bark.
That was rant #1
So I go ahead to my next assignment...I'm there and its my turn to have the office phone forwarded to my cell so someone answers the dang thing.
Halfway though my work at this site, I get a call from a pissed off customer telling me that we left his house open and that the tent was not supposed to come off until Thursday. I try to calmly explain to him that this is the normal process and that I would talk to the crew that was out there and see what was going on. I hang up. Call my crew...they said they locked everything up and had left an hour ago. So I call this man back and he informs me that his wife has entered the house, should he call the paramedics or go to the hospital? Note #3 - Who the heck would enter a hosue that is plastered with 14x20 inch danger signs. I wouldn't
Now I freak...the house is somewhat safe to enter but not without a SCBA (thing Scuba gear). I call bro, this man has worked me up so much that I'm now crying to my bro telling him I can't handle it. I call the other company that works with us...they say ok and call bro.
Bro goes out there...the customer has those metal security doors on his house...when we see those we lock them and leave the front door open to let it air out better. She went up to this door(totally safe as long as your not in the house) and got a whiff of the tear gas we use. So the house was NOT open.
So yeah that's how my day went. Oh and on top of all that my mom called me to tell my that dad had chipped the paint on my car while working in the engine. He was mad at himself. I'm not mad, I have some ideas of what to put there to cover it up...my car's gonna have a tattoo. Maybe a heart with some wings or maybe a heart lock. Let me know what you think.
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