A morning appointment up near the house gave me the rare opportunity to sleep in on a week day and I struggled to remain in bed until eight. Things get moving fast and loud at my house when I’m not around which was an alarming change of pace from what I had envisioned. I thought it was like Sunday mornings where Liza gets up an hour before everyone else and then wakes me up to help dynamite the others from their beds before church. Nope, I spent a fitful forty-five minutes with my head under a pillow trying to go back to sleep. Then I gave up and got ready.

I was early to my first meeting much to the chagrin my real-estate agent. We are looking for a satellite shop up north and I am not an easy customer. You might find this shocking but if I take the time to type out a list of specifications for a building and what you are showing me looks nothing like what I asked for I’m going to turn into an asshole.

As he rolled up to the first building I had been there for ten minutes looking in the front windows and walking the property. “Let’s go to the next one.” Says I as he was climbing out of his car. He started talking some nonsense about getting a feel for what I was looking for and I immediately countered with something about Helen Keller being able to get a feel for my building from the spec sheet I sent except I have no idea how to print in brail.

He mumbled something about us being early for our next showing and having to cancel the broker that was on the way but I wasn’t listening. I followed him to the next one as if I were trying to save fuel by hooking bumpers and knew the second we pulled up that I was looking at something else that I hadn’t ordered. “Nope.” I said without getting out of the truck “What’s next?”

Out of the five buildings I was scheduled to view this morning I stepped foot in exactly one. We did have a lengthy discussion about customer service and listening to instructions before we parted company. I am waiting for the call back from his boss because this is not the only deal I have in play with these guys and I want to know who is responsible for wasting my morning. I am on the fence about burning this kid to the ground. How he presents this morning to his boss and then how his boss interprets that back to me will decide the severity of my response.

Yah, that whole nicer thing… It’s never going to work at work.