the squeaking wheel gets greased..
I worked for a carpenter , his daily job was where the people were crying the loudest. I never knew where I would be working until I got to work in the morning..
I was sent to mud some drywall. the people told me that he had been there for two months.. the next day I was sent somewhere else.. LOL
I spent one summer overbooked. It got so bad that I didn't know who to please next.. after I got all those jobs done, I told Annie, Never again.. from then on it was one job at a time.
I told people the truth. If they chose to wait, fine..if not...
I know I lost jobs because of it, but that was my choice..
you might have to come up with a real good sob story to get your projects done..
today we went to a brunch , courtesy of DD#2..it was at a local rural dance hall..
they had 6 long tables set up..probably 60 people at each. buffet style. as people left, others were on hand to take their places..
great breakfast and dinner food. desserts and salad bar.. we were home before noon. as we left there were cars pulling in..
I need a nap.. I can hear the couch calling me,
jim, ji im.. I need slee........