Outside there is a constant drizzle. It's a rainy Sunday, so I slept in a bit longer than usual. This happens sometimes. The weather is not supposed to improve until sometime later this afternoon. I work, so that'll happen when I'm sitting at the flooring desk.
I worked yesterday. That's when the drizzles began. When I got to the store at 1 PM, the store was relatively busy and thought, "gee, this is what the day's going to be like," and it was for about an hour. My first customer was difficult. A man in his late 40s, possibly early 50s, who was replacing the carpet in his bedroom with cheap vinyl planks. He'd been in last Sunday and dealt with one of my fellow associates. The reason he was replacing the carpet? His girlfriend was angry that he spilled wax on the bedroom carpet. I heard that line last week, and I heard it again yesterday. Right. He felt it was important for me to know that the carpet was in his bedroom, and that he'd spilled candle wax on it (doesn't come out), and that he was doing this for the "girlfriend." He asked many of the questions he'd asked last week. Wanted to know why the installation might take 2 weeks (his transition piece needed to be ordered), and why we no longer stored everything in massive warehouses. Every explanation I gave him got the same response, "well, I just don't understand why it's not done this way," or "that doesn't make sense to me." In the end he purchased, and since his installation was small, one room, I had him take most of the product he needed when he left. Except for the transition piece, so I told him to call Tuesday, when I wasn't working, so we could give him an ETA on that piece.
Every now and then my fish do things that are interesting. Here's my algae eater doing his job on the thermometer in my tank.