William Shakespear
Bon Jour Mon Cheri'! I trust everyone has had wonderful holidays and is now on their way to all forms of recovery. I am. Between, the election, Hurricane Sandy, the Holidays and the fiscal cliff......I about broke! It was the perfect storm of economic disasters........
Now, we are full of cars and customers who do not understand why a dent cannot be repaired while they wait. We need a Body Shop Drive Through.
I have so many stories, don't know where to begin. My Gen. Manager found a child hiding in the parking lot at 8:00 in the morning. He was seven and lost. His mother had dropped him off at the bus stop on her way to work, but he had missed the bus. So, he was trying to get into one of our cars to get warm. It was nice to call the police for something other than a crazy person refusing to be civil. The child and I talked and had a drink of water while we waited on the nice police man.
The guys are working late and I am writing to you. Speaking of the guys, I have a NEW Bodyman. His name is Michael and (don't tell him) he cracks me up. I want him to focus on work and get things done and he wants to crack jokes. (I'll have none of that) He told a story of being a child and going to confession in Catholic School, back in the day, and telling the Priest, "Bless me father for I have sinned.......Father, I shot JR." He insists on having a sense of humor even when I am running around like a mad woman. I recently had new HVAC units installed in the shop area, much to everyone's delight, and I was at court the afternoon they were finishing and I heard he was telling the installers, they had better have it done by the time I got back, they did not know me, I was crazy...... I am not sure how to take him at times. His work is good and I do not scare him, I guess I will keep him.
This is tax return season, so I am doing a lot of Gangster cars. If you did not remember, my shop is in the hood. Again, how did I end up here? God has a plan and I do not need to know it, just keep up.
So far, both employees who have tried Workers Comp Scams have lost all their appeals. It is a waiting game to see what happens next. I got a lot of grey hair over these issues, and am tired of driving down town to court.
I love everyone as I am supposed to, but I am older. I guess and do not get the dread locks and pants falling off. (I am sounding like my mother) I had a guy call the other day with an agenda. He asked me questions, just to get mad and call me the c... word. I hung up. He called back and told me he was calling the corporate office and telling them I was a "C...". I asked him if he needed the number..... He hung up this time. I wanted to *69 him and let him have it, but just walked out into the shop and grabbed a grinder and started to grind a car......much to the fret of Gilbert who was trying to repair the car. Maybe body work is something I should learn to do before I grind a car. It is the only thing I cannot do here, except paint, which I really do not want to do.....yet.
I received an email from a gal I went to High School with, before most of you were born, and she told me I should publish these stories in a book. Maybe someday.......
I am looking at my list of cars...each one is a story, some people are out to scam, some are sincerely in need of compassion, but you cannot tell the difference. When you give you get everyone in town crying and wanting not to pay. I cannot pay the bills as it is, what do I have to give, except a good job at a fair price. Why is that not enough???
The government is a joke. I have been to so many "court" things with workers comp and unemployment, and all they do is "IDIOT" stuff to decide how best to waste my money. I actually have started to send the President emails complaining about this lunacy. I am waiting on my response. I am waiting, yes, you read that right.....for Homeland Security to come and get me.
I miss being a mom and a grandmother. I wish I was a retired, married woman, but we all cannot be. I continue to argue with, listen to, advise, yell at, pay 14 men. What is a woman to do. God Bless Everyone. Especially, Jeanette, who reminded me today why I am a Christian. Love to The crazy Italian, my personal lieutenant, Gilbert, Durango and all my loved ones in this crazy sit com of life. Bon nuit. Shanghai La
Bon Jour Mon Cheri'! I trust everyone has had wonderful holidays and is now on their way to all forms of recovery. I am. Between, the election, Hurricane Sandy, the Holidays and the fiscal cliff......I about broke! It was the perfect storm of economic disasters........
Now, we are full of cars and customers who do not understand why a dent cannot be repaired while they wait. We need a Body Shop Drive Through.
I have so many stories, don't know where to begin. My Gen. Manager found a child hiding in the parking lot at 8:00 in the morning. He was seven and lost. His mother had dropped him off at the bus stop on her way to work, but he had missed the bus. So, he was trying to get into one of our cars to get warm. It was nice to call the police for something other than a crazy person refusing to be civil. The child and I talked and had a drink of water while we waited on the nice police man.
The guys are working late and I am writing to you. Speaking of the guys, I have a NEW Bodyman. His name is Michael and (don't tell him) he cracks me up. I want him to focus on work and get things done and he wants to crack jokes. (I'll have none of that) He told a story of being a child and going to confession in Catholic School, back in the day, and telling the Priest, "Bless me father for I have sinned.......Father, I shot JR." He insists on having a sense of humor even when I am running around like a mad woman. I recently had new HVAC units installed in the shop area, much to everyone's delight, and I was at court the afternoon they were finishing and I heard he was telling the installers, they had better have it done by the time I got back, they did not know me, I was crazy...... I am not sure how to take him at times. His work is good and I do not scare him, I guess I will keep him.
This is tax return season, so I am doing a lot of Gangster cars. If you did not remember, my shop is in the hood. Again, how did I end up here? God has a plan and I do not need to know it, just keep up.
So far, both employees who have tried Workers Comp Scams have lost all their appeals. It is a waiting game to see what happens next. I got a lot of grey hair over these issues, and am tired of driving down town to court.
I love everyone as I am supposed to, but I am older. I guess and do not get the dread locks and pants falling off. (I am sounding like my mother) I had a guy call the other day with an agenda. He asked me questions, just to get mad and call me the c... word. I hung up. He called back and told me he was calling the corporate office and telling them I was a "C...". I asked him if he needed the number..... He hung up this time. I wanted to *69 him and let him have it, but just walked out into the shop and grabbed a grinder and started to grind a car......much to the fret of Gilbert who was trying to repair the car. Maybe body work is something I should learn to do before I grind a car. It is the only thing I cannot do here, except paint, which I really do not want to do.....yet.
I received an email from a gal I went to High School with, before most of you were born, and she told me I should publish these stories in a book. Maybe someday.......
I am looking at my list of cars...each one is a story, some people are out to scam, some are sincerely in need of compassion, but you cannot tell the difference. When you give you get everyone in town crying and wanting not to pay. I cannot pay the bills as it is, what do I have to give, except a good job at a fair price. Why is that not enough???
The government is a joke. I have been to so many "court" things with workers comp and unemployment, and all they do is "IDIOT" stuff to decide how best to waste my money. I actually have started to send the President emails complaining about this lunacy. I am waiting on my response. I am waiting, yes, you read that right.....for Homeland Security to come and get me.
I miss being a mom and a grandmother. I wish I was a retired, married woman, but we all cannot be. I continue to argue with, listen to, advise, yell at, pay 14 men. What is a woman to do. God Bless Everyone. Especially, Jeanette, who reminded me today why I am a Christian. Love to The crazy Italian, my personal lieutenant, Gilbert, Durango and all my loved ones in this crazy sit com of life. Bon nuit. Shanghai La
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