Dreaming of Paradise

Pest control is a crazy business.  It's feast or famine.  Last night Jim didn't get home until 8:00 P.M.  He always works six days a week, but this time of year even Saturdays are long days.  In fact, our full fleet of six technicians are all busy right now as are the two women in the office who do all the scheduling.

I manage the company books from the home office. When business is busy, my job also takes more time.  In addition to processing more receivables and payables, every spring I have two insurance audits to complete.

Then around July 4, business becomes a little less crazy.  That's when we treat ourselves to a tropical getaway.  We've been escaping mid summer for nearly ten years now. Dreaming of paradise gets us through the madness.  The smell of the ocean, sea breezes, warm sand. . .I know of no better therapy for weary bones.


*6 Grandma Days until End of School Year*