Ah, Virgil. I remember the summer of aught one(business was booming in North central WV) when a woman commented to me that she was having trouble finding an electrician in the middle of the summer.
She said "don't you guys want to make any money?" I figure she thought we were all out fishing or sitting around drinking coffee. No sense explaining we were already working 55-60 hour a week taking care of our steady contractors.
Yes, I can meet your deadline, I just don't think you want to pay for it.
Few things are harder to put up with than the annoyance of a good example.
I keep my office phone forwarded to my cell during the day sometimes. And it always strikes my funny when someone calls and assumes that since I answered the phone I must be sitting around watching TV waiting on them to call. They seem shocked when I tell them it will be 2 weeks before we can get to them.
This is typically my most stressful time of year. I find it amazing that people don't realize I have a life just as they do. It is a rare occasion that I am home before 8:00 the day before Thanksgiving. What about the ones that want work done yet will not take the time during the day to meet for an estimate. "But I work from eight to five..." Sorry lady so do I!
Scott, that reminds me of a customer of mine that insists on calling me at odd hours, not that he ever gets an answer. Recently he called me at 10:30 Sunday night to cancel an appointment for Tuesday at 4. He wanted to reschedule for Friday at 6:30. Sorry bud, but I've got a life too and I quit working those hours years ago.
To tell you the truth I make a lot more money now working 5 days a week, about 50 hours than when I worked 6 or 7 days a week for 70+ hours. I found out that people will run all over you if you let them, but the best customers will work their schedule around yours.
'Lectric Eagle: Well said....I know what you mean. "I need to have my Holiday Decorations up today" (last year on Dec 19th) New shopping center. "The crane and HVAC guys are here now; I need a 'lectrician to disconnect, move, and reconnect the rooftop HVAC units now" "A problem at the paddle tennis courts" on Friday at 3:45. (Turns out the problem was 1st noticed on Monday.
T'was the night before Christmas - Old Santa was pissed. He cussed out the elves and threw down his list. Miserable little brats, ungrateful little jerks. I have a good mind to scrap the whole works. I've busted my a** for damn near a year. Instead of "Thanks Santa" - what do I hear? The old lady bi***es cause I work late at night... The elves want more money - The reindeer all fight. Rudolph got drunk and goosed all the maids. Donner is pregnant and Vixen has AIDS. And just when I thought that things would get better, Those a**holes from IRS sent me a letter. They say I owe taxes - if that ain't damn funny. Who the hell ever sent Santa Claus any money? And the kids these days - they all are the pits. They want the impossible ...Those mean little s**ts. I spent a whole year making wagons and sleds, Assembling dolls...Their arms, legs and heads, I made a ton of yoyo's - No request for them... They want computers and robots...they think I'm IBM. Flying through the air...dodging the trees, Falling down chimneys and skinning my knees. I'm quitting this job...there's just no enjoyment. I'll sit on my fat a** and draw unemployment. There's no Christmas this year...now you know the reason... I found me a blonde. I'm going SOUTH for the season!