Man, What A Dick!

So, yeah. I've been moody and confrontational lately. Yes, oh yes, I have. My stress level has been through the roof and I have had very little patience for anyone or anything.

Shit is hard.

I have finally found a place that I enjoy working at. I've been here since August and have never had a moment where I didn't feel like the job I do is highly appreciated or that my work ethic isn't respected. The owner is an ethical man and easy to work for.

The problem is that the economy in Michigan is raping us. It is a constant struggle from day to day to keep the doors open and the business operating. Every day is a little bit harder than the day before and I'm really beginning to feel the pressure. Especially since our customers know that times are tough right now. The sons' of bitches try to make us dance.

They call us and insist that we do everything that they want at their convenience. And that usually isn't a problem. We are happy to accommodate our customer's schedule. But these fuckers want us to come out and measure their homes while they aren't there and just leave the quotes in the door. Or they want us to come out and measure, and then come back later when they are home to discuss it so that the appt. won't take as long. And it isn't just that they want this. That's one thing. Everyone wants convenience. No, they get all nasty with you if you try to tell them it would be easier to do the whole thing at once.

"Oh, you must not need the work.", they say. Or "I guess the economy hasn't affected you". It has. It really has. But the odds of us getting the job without being able to sit down with them and show them what the prices are for is about zero. And it's fucking infuriating that they think that because we need the work that they can treat us like garbage.

The other day, I told one such person to go fuck themselves after about fifteen minutes of me doing everything I could to accommodate him. And he called us. I didn't call him. Afterwards, he reported me to the Better Business Bureau. I got them to take the complaint off (mostly it was when I explained that at one point he told me I sounded like a faggot), but until I did I was ready to kill someone. That's all we fucking need is for me to start getting us BBB complaints.

Anyhow, I'm stressed.