You are so great!
All your encouragement really means the world to me.
First day went kinda more or less okay. The manager seems like a good guy, smart and fairminded. He's exhausted from overwork, though, and that permeates his whole demeanor. He keeps telling me how intense this business is, how complicated, how demanding... which just scares me silly, as you can imagine. I am not
up for intense and complicated and demanding!
From the stories he told me, I can see that he is accustomed to dealing with employees who are not very bright, and who think halfway
is good enough. So I'm hoping that, merely by being a smart cookie with a sense of responsibility, I can blow him away.
Funny thing: a man came in with a sheepish look and told us he had a big metal filing cabinet in his unit, and he accidentally locked the keys to it in
the cabinet. He said, "I'm sure I'm not the first idiot in the world to do that. How do you get a thing like that open?" The manager said, "Uhhhh... locksmith?" The renter said he was hoping to avoid that expense, and he wondered if maybe a crowbar...
Meanwhile, I'm standing there waiting for someone to say "Drill the lock out," because that's what I've always heard you're supposed to do. Nobody comes up with anything more subtle than a hacksaw, so I finally say, "If you have a good sturdy drill, you can probably drill it out."
The renter seems to recognize the phrase. "Yeah, that sounds right! That's what locksmiths do anyway!"
The manager says, "Well, we should have known, ask a woman."
And I add, "I think it might require a carbide-tipped bit, though."
"Well, now you're scarin' me," says the renter, and they both laugh.
It's kinda fun to look like a girly-girl, but know some stuff too!
Anyway, so far so good. Maybe Monday I'll get to drive the golf cart! And thank you again... you guys are the best.