Alexandar Tzanov ~ The Titan

Few weeks ago we had a salesman from Illinois Energy come to the house to give us an appraisal for the replacement of few windows and couple of glass sliding doors. In addition to asking random personal questions, irrelevant to what he does or sells, his presentation and presence lasted just about two and a half hours. We think that was an hour too long.

What topped everything was when he was done with his calculations he asked me if I would like to guess how much it would be. So, knowing about how much things cost, what others have paid, and how much we wanted to spend, I said:

$15,000

A little bit more. - He retorted!

$16,500 – I said.

A little bit more. - He retorted, again.

$18,000 - I replied.

A little bit more. – Was his answer once again.

At that point I became annoyed and I said – “We are past the “A little bit more” point. We past it $1,500 ago!“. So he gave us his figure – $36,000 and few hundred more!!! What the heck? That number does NOT even qualify for a “much more” response. It’s double what I said, plus another $6,000.

That number is unacceptable, even if the windows are guaranteed for the life of the house, and to be replaced for free if an…

I am working on features and services for DomainVentory, which seems to be taking too long to become a public web site. I blame it on all of my freelance and home projects, and day job. Which are not necessarily bad, because I do get compensated well. But any ways. For some reason whenever I’m working on my laptop my cats decide that it is time to receive attention, which often is comprised of moving from the left to the right side of the laptop and back. The direct path, of course, is the keyboard. I don’t mind petting them, but when I’m writing something or codding I really rather not have anyone, other than me, pushing the keys.

Something my cats can’t seem to comprehend. By the way, how many cats do You have?

The following quote is from my desktop Dads calendar, given to me by my wife:

A Dad Moment

Ricky held his one-year-old daughter Emily in his lap. She was jabbering in baby talk as she flipped the pages of a picture book. Nearby, Ricky’s five-year-old son Tim said, “Dad, make her read it in English instead of Spanish.”.

I extremely enjoy listening to my son talking in his own language. It is fun, entertaining and animated – full of facial expressions and gestures. Moments like these are priceless, which only parents can appreciate for their true value and not just their comical relief.