Just woke up to a quiet house; fell asleep watching TV sometime around eight I think. But I’m off my clock again lately. Was out in the shop before dawn because I’d promised someone he could pick up his stuff on Sunday. Sunday. I don’t work Sundays unless it’s the Christmas season or I’m backed up, and I never let customers think that I’m that easily accessible on Sunday because there are a few who will always take advantage. But he did come in after three and all was ready–except the bill. He’s the third person I let take their work out without paying because I simply hadn’t the time to figure the bill.
It’s going to ruin my conservative capitalist pig image.