This is the Week that was

Mon Cheri, mon ami. It is Sunday AM and I cannot decide to dwell on the last week or runimate on the week to come. Last week first. Both new people did not make it. I hired a new detailer and he is great! I had to let the young man we were trying to train to become an estimator go. He was a very sweet young man and it was hard to tell him that this was not the job for him. He knew. So I have a temp in right now. Our retention is way down. I am going to make some calls on a guy who came in this week. We did have two good weeks, but my expenses of late have killed us. I did have another young man come in and interview for the estimator job. He was an absolute knock out young black man who should be modeling. Abby stuttered. His study and love was fashion. I do not believe he would like the auto industry, but the ladies would be liking him. I could see the shop now, full of girls, TOMMY, CAN YOU LOOK AT THIS SCRATCH ON MY CAR FOR ME PLEASEEEEEEEEEEE. I have no doubt he could do the job and sell, but I do not think he would like it.

I have to go to court tomorrow. an elderly couple picked a color and we painted their car. she picked the color and signed and then said we painted it the wrong color. They could not grasp a computerized mixing system and we have the print out that says it was a perfect mix. So, I take a day off and drive downtown.

I have to run, my dear, a lot to do on my one day off. my love forever Lynn