Friday night whinge

Now I'm not one to whinge (coughs loudly) BUT I'm sitting here in the dark, on a Friday night, after a long hard week (feeling grotty, with man flu), waiting for my husband, who is in agony with his shoulder, to come home. The reason I'm sitting in the dark is I have to wait for Rich to turn the generator on, as in true mechanic style, hes never had time to set it up to work as a normal genny. You  kind of have to wave 2 wires together , blue and brown? (don’t get that bit wrong), pull a lever, press a button (all at the same time) whilst standing on one leg with your right arm in the air! Its defo a blue job for the boys!

I’m feeling  bit cross TBH.

We had a customer today (who incidentally paid his HUGE bill, 5 weeks late last time) who demanded that Rich work the weekend , as his vehicle needs to be back on the road on Monday. Fine, I understand the business world and know how important it is for vehicles to be done promptly and we’ve always obliged (time is money) but did he understand that we were a small business with bills to pay when he went swanning off without paying us! No, didn’t get a sorry, nothing.

THEN!

We officially finish work at 5.00 every day, although Rich nearly always stays, behind closed doors to catch up etc. Everybody knows we shut at 5.00 so why do people think its their right to say, order a grua at 5.00 so he has to stay or insist we stay until they can make I to collect their cars. That’s part of having your own business I hear you say and yes maybe so, but do we get paid extra for it? Are people grateful? No, its all about their own selfish little worlds.

Read all this back and perhaps I am being unreasonable and it is our business so I have to suck it up Buttercup! But next time you expect a business to go out of their way for you, maybe just think what maybe going on in their own lives and how you are effecting it. Anyway, there is Rich at 7.00pm now, waiting, in his cold garage, in agony, for a grua to arrive and here I am in the dark, with a long haired Chihuahua with a clinkered arse that stinks and needs washing, waiting for some light and water.

AND guess who’s working tomorrow morning????

(He better be home by the time Emmerdale starts)