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The Lord works in mysterious ways. During this whole semi-retirement/locksmithing/not locksmithing/networking thing a lot has been thrown at me. One day I'm off, the next, 'can you take the van today?' It wasn't long before I was basically working two part time jobs, getting paid for one, and using my car for the other. As Richard Pryor said, "You don't get to be old, being no fool". I knew there was going to be a shake down to get everything working right. There are still adjustments to come that I can see, but I'm not so sure about the boss. After the insulting incident, not only did the boss apologize, but also went out of his way to try making amends. We'll see about that. The mysterious way part happened out of the blue. (How else?) One day I was out on a job and decided to stop at a few places between calls. Drop off a few cards, talk to people, that sort of thing. I report the places I've been so they can track to see if any area starts calling us more. All of a sudden, the boss realizes something. If I'm driving around town in the van doing networking, I'm really driving a billboard all over town. He doesn't have to compensate me for gas plus wear and tear on my car. It also frees up my 'days off' into real days off. I go to a networking meeting one day a week, and the rest of the time is mine.
Works perfect. I get a little time out of the house, a little extra to supplement SS, and there is ALMOST enough time for me to do what I want when I get the 'honey-do' list out of the way.
Works perfect. I get a little time out of the house, a little extra to supplement SS, and there is ALMOST enough time for me to do what I want when I get the 'honey-do' list out of the way.
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Not as smart as I'd like to see him. He's still paying someone to advise him on how to run a business, when I did that for close to 30 years and would advise him for free.
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Must be busy. I'm supposed to be off most of today. The boss's son is getting off at 5, so I cover until 8. No problem. I just got a call. "If we have to, can you come in early?" The son is being sent out of town and there is nobody else to cover Gainesville. We'll see what happens.
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I've never hidden that there is a dark side to this job. Right now, I want to hurt somebody, very badly, and I don't even know who he is. My last job of the day. A simple home lockout. No big deal, until I get there. I know something is wrong when I arrive. The lady is standing by the door, waiting for me. Standing next to her is an officer from the Gainesville Police Dept. As I get out of the van and walk up to them, the officer walks away. Okay, that tells me whatever is going on, opening the home is personal. The door was a problem, but I managed to open it without damage. The lady was quite happy, because now she could get to the fridge for some water. But once the door is open, the officer starts walking back our way. It seemed odd, but I hadn't done anything wrong, so I didn't have a clue. While settling up the bill, the customer took off her sunglasses. I really looked at her for the first time. (I tend to focus on the job first and the customer second.) She had two black eyes and bruises on her head and exposed upper body. While talking with the officer I heard her say something about,
"I didn't plan on coming back here."
Clearly the officer was there for her protection. Gee, I wonder from who? Put him and me in a locked windowless room without security cameras for a little while, will ya?
"I didn't plan on coming back here."
Clearly the officer was there for her protection. Gee, I wonder from who? Put him and me in a locked windowless room without security cameras for a little while, will ya?
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With people like that, my philosophy is simple. I am going to hurt you. I am going to hurt you very badly. And I am going to keep on hurting you until one of two things happens.
1. I get too tired.
2. The cops pull me off.
There IS NO third option.
accountant
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Romans 12:19
"Do not avenge yourselves, beloved, but leave room for God's wrath. For it is written: "Vengeance is Mine; I will repay, says the Lord."
Unfortunately the Lord's wrath does not come quickly enough to some demons of this world.
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"Do not avenge yourselves, beloved, but leave room for God's wrath. For it is written: "Vengeance is Mine; I will repay, says the Lord."
Unfortunately the Lord's wrath does not come quickly enough to some demons of this world.
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larry_minn
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Sometimes I have prayed to be the instrument God uses.m
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The Lord does expect us to do some judging. Maybe the lady wasn't dead, but it wasn't for lack of trying.
Num 35:24 Then the congregation shall judge between the slayer and the revenger of blood according to these judgments:
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Life has just taken a turn for the surreal. I know it happens I just don't know why. The last customer from the other day, the one with the black eyes. I got a call from her last night. SHE'S LOOKING FOR HER BOYFRIEND! Says he walked out a couple of days ago and left his phone behind. He said he was fine and just going out for a few minutes. Nobody has seen or heard from him since and she's calling all of the recent numbers on his phone in an effort to find him. She is concerned about his health.
I will never get it. She was beaten badly enough to make me angry and requires a police escort to return home. Now she's worried about the as*hole who did it to her. Does not compute. Honestly, if someone caught up with him because of some other lady he has abused and made him pay, I won't shed a tear.
I will never get it. She was beaten badly enough to make me angry and requires a police escort to return home. Now she's worried about the as*hole who did it to her. Does not compute. Honestly, if someone caught up with him because of some other lady he has abused and made him pay, I won't shed a tear.
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Gotta be something in the water. There is no other explanation.
It's a lack of self esteem combined with a desperate need for "love"... usually caused in part by a lack of validation and sufficient acceptance and love (especially by their father, or a father figure) in their formative years. It's basically a form of mental illness, and it often is fatal.
Any cop can tell you a hundred stories... it's awful.
Summerthyme
Any cop can tell you a hundred stories... it's awful.
Summerthyme
Could it be she's just expressing phony concern, just in case the 'gators don't consume the part of the body with bullet holes?
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Okay. I admit. I'm not happy right now. But neither would anyone else. I had about six or seven jobs today. Only one house lockout, and the rest were cars. Almost every one of the car lockouts went pretty easily. AND every car lockout was done in the rain. The one that didn't go well was a scooter lockout. Normally, I put the airbag under the seat, pump it up to create a gap, reach in and fish out the keys. Normally. This time I got some keys out, but the customer said they were the wrong ones. I was in the rain when we started. Then he says,
"Let me check and make sure the key isn't in my apartment."
He started to walk away, and the bottom started to fall out. I went to the van, already soaking wet, and opened the rear hatch to get out of the rain. I stood under it, in a stiff breeze, for about 10 minutes. The guy comes walking back towards me, then stops so he can climb in the nice dry HEATED S.U.V. with Mom while they waited for the rain to quit. I'm getting wetter. It finally backs off enough for him to get out and tell me there are no keys in the apartment. For which I'm very happy. If I had to get this wet because you didn't look under the cushion, I'm going to be mad. As a last resort before doing anything destructive, I squirted some WD-40 in the lock for the seat. The keys were tried one more time and the lock turned. The seat came open and a quick search was made for the spare ignition key that was supposed to be there. No key. He makes a call or two to the seller of the scooter. His advice is to go on-line and order new locks and an ignition. The customer is not happy. I'm drenched and not in the best of moods. The only really good thing about that job was leaving.
I guess another way to put it is that my day involved running my jacket through the dryer every time I got home. I ran the dryer three times. Not the best of days.
"Let me check and make sure the key isn't in my apartment."
He started to walk away, and the bottom started to fall out. I went to the van, already soaking wet, and opened the rear hatch to get out of the rain. I stood under it, in a stiff breeze, for about 10 minutes. The guy comes walking back towards me, then stops so he can climb in the nice dry HEATED S.U.V. with Mom while they waited for the rain to quit. I'm getting wetter. It finally backs off enough for him to get out and tell me there are no keys in the apartment. For which I'm very happy. If I had to get this wet because you didn't look under the cushion, I'm going to be mad. As a last resort before doing anything destructive, I squirted some WD-40 in the lock for the seat. The keys were tried one more time and the lock turned. The seat came open and a quick search was made for the spare ignition key that was supposed to be there. No key. He makes a call or two to the seller of the scooter. His advice is to go on-line and order new locks and an ignition. The customer is not happy. I'm drenched and not in the best of moods. The only really good thing about that job was leaving.
I guess another way to put it is that my day involved running my jacket through the dryer every time I got home. I ran the dryer three times. Not the best of days.