Wow, MDF. What a strange work day for you. about 6? about 6:pm.? or about 6 cocktails?
I saw a woman last week, standing over over a seated elderly lady on the electric shopper mobility scooter. The younger woman was riding, balancing and steering and saying with exasperation "for the third time" that no they were not there to buy new patio furniture. I wanted to give her a hug.
In any case, enjoy the deck, and the evening. I am working tomorrow, so today I just enjoyed the quiet. Tomorrow is going to be a type of too many people day, and it takes all my nerve on holiday weekends to remain polite. I cannot say to the one hundredth nasty person that they have broken the last straw. On Friday I said to a man who was asking me about specs on a special order microwave, "You must remember that I did offer to help you by first saying that I knew very little about these things..." prices dimensions, mounting options, etc. These things I can find out. Expecting me to know the design trends for whether stainless steel will be in fashion much longer, or will white make a come back, is wow... they must expect bullshit at that point, right? When it is busy, and there are no specialists available, I am caught out going through an area of the store I don't have expertise in. I will open and read the catalog with customers as I would myself when shopping, or log on to a computer and start searching, and that seems to be more than they can do for themselves, but still much less then they expect from me.
now, a hefty sparkling water, thanks.
Kurtz: Are my methods unsound? Willard: I don't see any method at all, sir.