Wes gets up and goes to work at 5, 6, 7, or 8, depending on the day.
I faithfully stumble in around 9:15.
Gladys and I unload lunch, toys, bed and coffee, then off we go down the driveway. Gladys does her thing and I get the mail. This is always exciting because you never know what will be in that mail box. I do believe being ‘head of accounts receivable’ is my favorite part of this job.
If Gladys doesn’t do her thing, I mutter, groan, and wonder at my lack of patience.If Gladys does do her thing, we head back up the driveway to Ace and settle in.
This means I sort invoices and Gladys plays.
Then our first customer comes in and Gladys flies madly around the office, leaping from here to there in her excitement. As I calmly follow her around, pointing at her bed and giving her the evil eye when my back is to the customer, I pray the customer likes dogs.
Most times, they do.
Next, there’s a little lull, I busily type away and father phil works diligently on an estimate. Gladys ponders the beauty of the outdoors.
And then, a favorite, break time. Gladys enjoys this and lunch time exceedingly because there’s a certain young man that goes by the name of Abel who cannot resist her big brown eyes. When the microwave goes off, Gladys will spin, play dead and roll over to see if she can catch his eye.(She prefers Yoplait over store brands).
The afternoon comes and things slow down. Fewer customers, occasional parts deliveries, another walk to the mail box and lots of sun to bask in.
An occasional rush comes around 4:00. Everyone seems to want an estimate. Bills for finished cars are rapidly being produced. The door from the office to the shop constantly revolves.
Glad doesn’t become too concerned.
And it’s time to go home.All in a days work.