BooBill

Truthful Tuesday

I’m a bigger extrovert in real life than I am online.

I’ll glad hand my way around any room without hesitation. 

But, online, I’ll usually let other people break the ice.

Late May in Florida and I have no AC

It’s been weak for a month. Turns out there was a filter that you had to replace in the crawl space attic where the air exchanger is. 

Trying to get through a door in a 10’ ceiling using a 6’ ladder required some serious ninja moves and I think I’ve done something serious to my shoulder as a result.

Then, an hour later, the whole system shuts down. 

There is no power getting to it. Control pannel dead. Thermostats are dead. I’ve checked every circuit breaker and fuse and they are all fine.

My AC guy thinks the transformer blew. He’ll be here Thursday.

I’m tired

Needy staff. Needy customers. Needy family.

I need someone to do something for me for a change.

My day started with a catering drop off at a modelling shoot at 6:15am. It’s now 9:30pm and it will take probably another hour to get this place closed.

Same thing tomorrow. Oh, wait, it’s Friday and we have live music. I probably won’t get out of here till mid-night. 

Yup, another crack of dawn delivery Saturday.

There’s a damn good reason the south lost the war

Living in New York the leeway on an appointment was 3 minutes. That was the rule even with all the uncertainty of transportation that existed. Subways were subject to unpredictable delays, traffic could be gridlocked. Still, if you showed up 10 minutes early for an appointment I would leave you sitting in the lobby for 30 minutes. If you showed up 10 minutes late I wouldn’t see you at all.

Well, down here in Florida it appears to be completely normal not to show up for appointments, even job interviews, at all. Then, they walk in the next day or the day after and expect to have their meeting, cause that suited them better.

I’m sorry, showing up late is unacceptable. Showing up unannounced is even worse. 

reignyreigny replied to your photo: Fuckyouiminabathroom

Anyone ever tell you that you look like Jon Hamm? If yes, ignore this. If no, hell yeah!

I guess that’s why I can’t walk down the street without women throwing their panties at me. Would be more fun if we didn’t live in a retirement resort area though.