I read over what I wrote this morning, and through that rambling diatribe don't think I expressed my point very well. (I've gotta quit thinking at 9am, and go back to my 3am schedule). After all that, we are just that busy. WAY busy, and have been for some time. It truly is not like we are an arrogant bunch of snobs, that will only work on your boat if you are affluent enough, or whatever. I don't think I personally have given it much thought if the customer is a female or not. Or any personal body description. I do like Neils advice on the yard, that is very close, we WILL eat your donuts, haha.
But I'm going on again. When time is tight, and for a looong while I was humping it seven days a week. Wife RAISIN' hell about why I don't "retire". Again. So a lot of times it just boils down to do we have time to do it. 10% maybe. It's like being the neighborhood cat fanatic that wants to take them all home and feed them. It cannot be done. Pick our battles maybe? I guess. After a whole lot of very grim jobs, or dealing with some undesirable people, we're now "profiling"....
Another thought. Sometimes, I would rather deal with the misinformed, as opposed to the opposite. I've got a guy now, that all he knows is, he wants water out of the bilge. Period. Knows nothing about a pump, wiring, nothing except how to turn the switch. So in goes the pump, done the very best that the job can be done, and a lot of times call yer buddy over to just give it a second pair of eyes, so that it should not fail for any known reason, the owner could not diagnose the problem. And I get to do it without explaining every heatshrink I made. The end. It doesn't muddy the waters for the job.
And women in particular? Scum of the Earth. (NOW somebody's mad). Haaha, you gotta be kidding. Again, I don't know about everywhere else, but around here, the women have generally got the smart market cornered. Yep, we're country boy and civil, but some owners of the XX chromosome persuasion know exactly what they want. Not a problem. My wife when she walks into a conference, a lot of people sit up straight.
And when she walks in here, I do too..
(That was supposed to be funny. I promise it's rarely personal).
But I'm going on again. When time is tight, and for a looong while I was humping it seven days a week. Wife RAISIN' hell about why I don't "retire". Again. So a lot of times it just boils down to do we have time to do it. 10% maybe. It's like being the neighborhood cat fanatic that wants to take them all home and feed them. It cannot be done. Pick our battles maybe? I guess. After a whole lot of very grim jobs, or dealing with some undesirable people, we're now "profiling"....
Another thought. Sometimes, I would rather deal with the misinformed, as opposed to the opposite. I've got a guy now, that all he knows is, he wants water out of the bilge. Period. Knows nothing about a pump, wiring, nothing except how to turn the switch. So in goes the pump, done the very best that the job can be done, and a lot of times call yer buddy over to just give it a second pair of eyes, so that it should not fail for any known reason, the owner could not diagnose the problem. And I get to do it without explaining every heatshrink I made. The end. It doesn't muddy the waters for the job.
And women in particular? Scum of the Earth. (NOW somebody's mad). Haaha, you gotta be kidding. Again, I don't know about everywhere else, but around here, the women have generally got the smart market cornered. Yep, we're country boy and civil, but some owners of the XX chromosome persuasion know exactly what they want. Not a problem. My wife when she walks into a conference, a lot of people sit up straight.
And when she walks in here, I do too..
(That was supposed to be funny. I promise it's rarely personal).
