I really don't want to do what I'm doing now, once I've retired.
edgarblythe wrote:I really don't want to do what I'm doing now, once I've retired.
I hear ya.
I'm just bidding my time here. I'm not in any real hurry to get into anything.
Something I can stomach would help.
Maybe a good night's sleep for a change wouldn't hurt.
This on-call crap is for the birds, Edgar.
I've been on call thirteen years. Mostly, I don't mind. A few times it got rough. Once, about one AM, I got a call for a flooded apartment. I had to get my helper and spend most of the night moving everything in the entire apartment so as to get the water out and remove the padding from the floor. We had to work around two annoyed kids of about 18, who were in the middle of it watching TV.
Next morning I replaced the hot water tank.
We got a new supervisor. She is nosing into every aspect of what we do. Re-asking questions we have settled and re-settled time and again. Then when we get another new one, or new manager, we start all over again.
Sounds like your job is a definiye winner. I don't know how you put up with it.
I don't know anybody willing to pay me the same money. I'm the highest paid hourly employee the management company has.
So, how did this past weekend work out for you, Edgar? Any late night call outs?
I got lucky so far. No calls at all. However, I have been called out at 2:30 AM more than a few times. If some doody head leaves their key at a friend's house, they call me to let them in instead of going back to get it. That's a ten minute drive, barely awake.
edgarblythe wrote:If some doody head leaves their key at a friend's house, they call me to let them in instead of going back to get it.
Wasn't me!!
Well, keep your fingers crossed that you'll get a good night's sleep. :wink:
I feel good about tonight.
Edgar, can you ever just let your answering machine pick up and sleep the sleep of the just?
Don't never mess with a maintenance man. He will leave you with a flooded, $hit filled apartment and no air condition.
He he. Not really. It's just a thought that sometimes occurs to me. Truthfully, I never let personal feelings dictate the level of my response to a service request.
When I meet residents out on the property, I treat them with friendliness, but keep most at arms length. I keep our conversations brief and slightly impersonal. The reason for this is, while they are smiling and talking, they are rummaging their mind to think of something for me to do in their apartment. I try to avoid such requests, because the proper channel is through the office and work orders. That way, I get official credit for my action, plus, the reident is not forgotten if I happen to be too busy or absent-minded when I meet them.
You are indeed a wise and gracious man, Edgar. :wink:
My sense of duty reminds me of the good soldier. An ex sister-in-law once told me that I would make a good slave. But there is more to it than blind obedience. This is the place I chose to make my stand. This place is as much a part of me as my family and the stories I write. I prefer to look at it in the sense that a good horse runs at the shadow of a whip.
edgarblythe wrote:I prefer to look at it in the sense that a good horse runs at the shadow of a whip.
Interesting metaphor. :wink:
Took a break and sneaked off to Louisana this week end. We went to two casinos. Got extremely lucky. My wife won back a good sum more than we spent. I don't recommend doing this often, but, considered as a recreational break, it can be fun and not cost a great deal of cash. Addiction to gambling is a curse. We never spend more than we can afford to lose.
