It’s easy to love the HVAC technician but not like his job.(Always on call)

I found it was easy to love my HVAC tech, but I didn’t like his job

From the first time I laid eyes on my husband, I knew he was the guy for me. I remembered seeing a rock formation when I was six-years-old and telling my mom I was going to marry him. The rock formation formed the face of an Indian, and whenever I talked about it, it was the Indian in the mountain. Twenty years later, I had just bought my house and was having a new HVAC system installed. The HVAC technician got out of his service van, and I almost swooned. His profile was the same Indian in the mountain I saw when I was six. John walked up to the door and showed me his HVAC company ID. When he introduced himself, I couldn’t talk. I had been in love with this man for over twenty years, and I finally met him. Before he left, he gave me an odd look and asked if we had met before. I told him I had known him almost my entire life and told him the story. Luckily, my HVAC system was the last HVAC call he had for the rest of the day because we sat at my kitchen table and talked for the next five hours. When my stomach growled, we made dinner together. John is still an HVAC technician, and we have been married for ten years. We got married six weeks after the meeting. I found it was easy to love my HVAC tech, but I didn’t like his job. At least once a week, he is running out in the middle of the night to repair someone’s AC unit or furnace. He told me I had to expect it now that we owned the HVAC company.

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