When I met my husband, I didn’t really like him very much.
He was a cocky, know-it-all you thought he was the only one in the company who could do his job properly.
I couldn’t believe how condescending he was. He talked me through the first job all the way to the customers house. He thought he had to explain step-by-step, how to service an air conditioning unit. While he was still talking to the customer, I had the air conditioning unit torn apart and just about cleaned before he showed. He told me I had done the easy part and I shouldn’t be patting myself on the back. I finished the air conditioning unit and had the coolant topped off before he could say another word. I walked into the house and explained to the owner what I had done. I gave her the receipt for the work and thanked her for her business. The next job was to repair a furnace. Although we were doing air conditioning services, it was still winter. This furnace repair ended up being nothing more than a bad battery in the thermostat. I remembered how my instructor always said to start at one point and work my way up. The owner was thrilled to realize it was just a simple repair, even though my mentor was upset that I had found the problem without his help. Two years later, he was gushing that I was the best HVAC tech he had ever trained. I remembered rolling my eyes since I had only worked with him that first week. That’s when he asked me for a date, and the rest was all history.