Okay, that title made absolutely no sense. Why? Because I ran out of catchy titles.

Anyhow... Check out these numbers from work:

Friday: 35 cars Saturday: 13 cars Monday: 33 cars Tuesday: 20 cars

Ten cars may not seem like a lot, but that's an hour's worth of work. We average about 10 minutes per car doing the full-service oil changes, and we do it from 8:00AM until 6:00PM. Yesterday and today we had our first cars well before 8:00AM. Why? Because the shop is mainly windows, and it's hard to get that early morning sit-and-relax time in with a car sitting there right at the door.

Today, we got to the shop at about 7:35. Did the usual walk in, sit down, chit chat bit for about 3 minutes, then a car pulled up. I was hoping to get the dead skin from my burn (see the post below) cut off my hand, as it was getting very uncomfortable and was looking really nasty. But no, this car pulled up just as I was reaching for a new razor blade. I didn't even have time to peel the cardboard wrap off or grab an alcohol wipe out of the first aid kit, and the car pulled up. I wasn't too pleased with it, and I couldn't ignore the car or ask them to wait for me to sit on my butt and cut away at my hand.

So yeah, today started early, and it stayed busy all the way up until about 10:30, which was when Boss Dude showed up. Then we had a hand full of cars, then Boss Lady showed up, we had no cars, and Boss Dude and Boss Lady decided to pack up and leave. When they did leave, around 1:30, I think we maybe had 5 cars afterwards.