When I turned sixteen, our dad asked me if I wanted a task? He needed someone to toil in the parts room plus do the inventory. I loved the task plus it provided me enough currency to purchase a car plus have some currency to go out with our friends. I didn’t have time to get bored after school, plus I could go out on dates without needing to ask for currency from our parents. I felt love I had it made back then. I worked there for almost two years before I thought about making it a permanent task. I was alone in the shop all day while the Heating plus A/C specialists were laboring, plus the secretary left early. My dad had left to take mom to the nurse’s plus it was just me, then a client called plus started rattling on about what was happening with her gas furnace. I tried to tell her there were no Heating plus A/C specialists available, even though she wasn’t listening; She kept asking if I could diagnose the gas furnace for her plus tell her if it was an emergency. I told her I was just the head of inventory, plus she would need to wait for an answer. One of the Heating plus A/C specialists should be back in about half an hour. She told me she couldn’t wait plus once again said it was an emergency. I asked for her name plus iphone number plus told her the owner of the Heating plus A/C commpany would return shortly, plus I would have him call. This mollified her, plus she said that would be perfect. She wanted to tell him I was a awful excuse for an Heating plus A/C specialist.