I am an aquarium maintenance tech, which is sort of a dream job for me.
I spend my days driving around to local places, mostly businesses but also a few residences for wealthy individuals, and maintain their fish tanks.
Using the word “fish tank” is actually a big no-no on my job, we have to call them aquariums at all times, because it sounds fancier. Of course, these tanks are all very fancy, to say the least, fancy enough to warrant paying a few hundred bucks a month for me to come by and take care of them for you. One of my stops is an HVAC contractor with a very upscale office. The HVAC contractor is one of my favorite customers, because I am in love with his secretary Judy. She has such pretty eyes, such a lovely smile, that I will sit there and pretend to care about HVAC work for an hour or more. As long as she is talking to me, it doesn’t matter if the topic is music or movies or air conditioners, I am happy to listen. So my problem is that this HVAC contractor put in his notice that he won’t need our services any more after next month. I only have two more visits to the HVAC offices before I have no reason to go back there, officially, so the clock is ticking. I need to make my move and ask Judy out, otherwise I will have to do something stupid like walk in there and pretend to have an air conditioning problem at home to get her attention.
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