Local service
It’s my latest thing; praise people that do their job well. Even if they don’t know about it, because they haven’t joined my subscribers. Doesn’t matter.
The two guys with the Tonka toys, Charlie and the other fellow. They’re doing a great job. On site early (before I turned on the coffee machine or fed the dog). Stayed on task all day long. I now have buried rain drains and a retaining wall. The ground is graded, ready for an layer of topsoil. They even spread the excess gravel around the drip edge of the deck. I’m impressed.
The folks at the hardware store; Beth and the tall guy. Took the time to find me a bargain on wood stain, and the right size of clamps to hold the sump hose at the right angle. Service at its finest.
The girl at the general store, who found me a postage stamp and small compost bags. I know, it seems simple, but my day is the better for her effort. Or the mechanic who is going to perform the mandatory vehicle inspection, first thing tomorrow morning. These are players on MY team.
In a bigger place, the job wouldn’t have that personal touch, because the need for return business isn’t as important. That’s the plus of the smaller place.
Moving right along. The VHF/UHF transceiver is now reprogrammed. Plugged a lot of frequencies with tags into some proprietary software. Fiddled with that bargain USB-serial adapter. Waited. Done. Now I can start doing some serious listening, especially now that the tuna season is underway.
