Calling all cars...calling all cars...

Let's just get to the heart of it: this is a call for assistance.

As you probably already know, the roof has been leaking. It started with the beginning of the truly heavy rains about a week ago. We can't afford to hire the job done, so I'll re-roof it myself and add that to the list of things I've done to the place.

Sunday, the roof tear-off begins. This is the part of the roofing job I am most dreading: getting through three layers of old roof to the plywood so I can inspect the damage. The roof isn't huge - just under 25' x 30' - a half dozen people would make short work of it.

So, if you have time and aren't afraid of heights I'd appreciate every hand I can get.  Having a hammer, pair of work gloves, shop broom, and a flat bladed or roofers shovel* (pictured, right) would help too.

The roof isn't pitched much - only about 12° - and the highest drop is a very survivable 20' :)

It's going to be a beautiful day with highs only in the low 80's.  I plan to start at 9:00 Sunday morning, removing the ridge cap. The Big Tear-Off (all the shingles and stuff) will start about 10:00.  I'll have coffee brewed (and there's a lot of evidence that I make really good coffee).  

Drop me an email at william at mapsedgemedia dot com if you can help.

Thanks!

And here's a map to the house in Independence.

* If you can't help but have a shop broom or roofers shovel you can drop by, that'd be a huge help too!

Calling all cars...calling all cars...

Let's just get to the heart of it: this is a call for assistance.

As you probably already know, the roof has been leaking. It started with the beginning of the truly heavy rains about a week ago. We can't afford to hire the job done, so I'll re-roof it myself and add that to the list of things I've done to the place.

Sunday, the roof tear-off begins. This is the part of the roofing job I am most dreading: getting through three layers of old roof to the plywood so I can inspect the damage. The roof isn't huge - just under 25' x 30' - a half dozen people would make short work of it.

So, if you have time and aren't afraid of heights I'd appreciate every hand I can get.  Having a hammer, pair of work gloves, shop broom, and a flat bladed or roofers shovel* (pictured, right) would help too.

The roof isn't pitched much - only about 12° - and the highest drop is a very survivable 20' :)

It's going to be a beautiful day with highs only in the low 80's.  I plan to start at 9:00 Sunday morning, removing the ridge cap. The Big Tear-Off (all the shingles and stuff) will start about 10:00.  I'll have coffee brewed (and there's a lot of evidence that I make really good coffee).  

Drop me an email at william at mapsedgemedia dot com if you can help.

Thanks!

And here's a map to the house in Independence.

* If you can't help but have a shop broom or roofers shovel you can drop by, that'd be a huge help too!

Adventures in Customer Service

The phone rings. DG's already on the phone doing a demo of one of our products (that becomes important later on), so I pick up.

Me. Hello, this is William.

Phone. Yes, this is {salesgirl} from {Unfortunate Auto Dealer in Florida}. May I speak to John?

She sounds young and perky, the kind of voice that can still buy its undergarments from the petite rack and gets carded at the local bars.

Me. There's no one here by that name.

Salesgirl. Is this 816-792-5555?

Me. Yes.

Salesgirl. I have an email inquiry from "John" at this phone number.

Realization is standing just behind me, tapping on my right shoulder and humming, "How Great Thou Art."

It occurs to me that DG is doing a demo for the Duval Honda sales manager of a new widget we placed on his website. The customer fills out a form and gets back a text message with the latest service specials. He's had enough time on his call to get to that stage. Have to say this for Miss Perky: she's on top of things. Mostly.

Me. I see. Last name "Public?"

Salesgirl. So is John there?

Me. John, middle initial "Q", Public?

Salesgirl. Yes. May I speak to him?

I'm hoping that Realization will go away, and, job done with me, he does. He switches to ZZTop's All Your Lovin', lights a cigarette and leaves, hopefully for an extended visit to Miss Perky.

Me. Ma'am, "John Q. Public" is a test name that we plug into all of our forms when we're testing features on your website. We are providing widgets for your website and we've been showing your boss how it all works.

Salesgirl. Oh. There is a pause while she processes this.  Okay, have a nice day.

*click*

Adventures in Customer Service

The phone rings. DG's already on the phone doing a demo of one of our products (that becomes important later on), so I pick up.

Me. Hello, this is William.

Phone. Yes, this is {salesgirl} from {Unfortunate Auto Dealer in Florida}. May I speak to John?

She sounds young and perky, the kind of voice that can still buy its undergarments from the petite rack and gets carded at the local bars.

Me. There's no one here by that name.

Salesgirl. Is this 816-792-5555?

Me. Yes.

Salesgirl. I have an email inquiry from "John" at this phone number.

Realization is standing just behind me, tapping on my right shoulder and humming, "How Great Thou Art."

It occurs to me that DG is doing a demo for the Duval Honda sales manager of a new widget we placed on his website. The customer fills out a form and gets back a text message with the latest service specials. He's had enough time on his call to get to that stage. Have to say this for Miss Perky: she's on top of things. Mostly.

Me. I see. Last name "Public?"

Salesgirl. So is John there?

Me. John, middle initial "Q", Public?

Salesgirl. Yes. May I speak to him?

I'm hoping that Realization will go away, and, job done with me, he does. He switches to ZZTop's All Your Lovin', lights a cigarette and leaves, hopefully for an extended visit to Miss Perky.

Me. Ma'am, "John Q. Public" is a test name that we plug into all of our forms when we're testing features on your website. We are providing widgets for your website and we've been showing your boss how it all works.

Salesgirl. Oh. There is a pause while she processes this.  Okay, have a nice day.

*click*