As we slide into the Memorial Day weekend, I realize that this weekend will be like many other holiday weekends for us. Rain will happen to help lower our weekend profits, gas went up to discourage travel, and I’m sure labor will be a pain in the ass because they have to work on a holiday weekend.
They predict at least an inch of rain for us this weekend. I should be happy because of the drought, but I’m not. It could rain any day but it always seems to be predicted for the holidays. I sorta hope the weatherliars are wrong again, but then again we need the moisture desperately.
Gas prices, which were dropping, shot up again just before we could order a load. The went up a freaking dime/gallon. So do I raise the price or take less profit? I’ll probably do something in between.
The new girl is working out OK. Customers seem to like her. Tori’s not bitching about her . . . . . yet. Henry is an inch away from being canned. I ripped him yesterday for ignoring my directives and doing what he wanted.
I’m pushing 2500 miles on the Harley already. I’m having a great time on it and Nina enjoys it too.