But he didn't have too much of a choice. Pop couldn't handle all the calls - and the customer load was increasing. Yeah, so were taxes, and other costs. The money part wasn't the real issue - mom and pop had always been the careful sort. The problem was: pop - his arthritis, was getting too much for him to be crawling around in dank, dusty basements, repairing furnaces - furnaces, of which the owners, for the overwhelming most part, had neglected to call for routine annual maintenance. So yeah, when you don't atleast clean or replace the filters, you won't get much, if any, heat in february, or ac in august.
Max knew that within, maybe two or three years, he'd be running the business. Pop paid him well, that wasn't the problem. The problem was: his folks were talking about moving to arizona; in short...what! he'd see his folks, maybe twice a year - if that.
The other, ongoing nagging problem was: finding people willing to show up for work, atleast on a semi-consistant basis - and to show up, reasonably fit for duty. Yep, you guessed it, Dear Reader, our had-to-ditch-college hero had to fire one of the had-seemed-to-be-working-out assistants. Hiring was a headache, and agencies - even the so-called, "better ones" - just sent over about any one who walked in their door.
And yes, ruthie, was dependable and skilled. But comeon, ruthie was a 50-something woman, who really had no business crawling around cramped dirty spaces ... the heck was up with that husband of hers...would have his wife getting all damp and dirty - ugh!
Did the hiring issue have to do with...what he'd been seeing more and more of, here of late. Those dots.
Anyway, more later. Back to 2021. Shift ain't started yet, but have to get busy anyhow.
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