I know it is July but with the slowdown in the economy, a phenomenon of winter has reappeared … The Job That Won’t Go Away.
I call them tarbabies. They are old horror jobs of which it seems you can never rid yourself. The name comes from the old Uncle Remus stories of Walt Disney fame where to punish Brer Rabbit; Brer Bear constructs a doll figure made from tar. The more the rabbit touches the doll, the more ensnared he becomes. Got the picture? I’m sure we all have had our own.
My latest one came from a favor I did. A repair shop owner with whom I do business asked me to install a windshield in a 1998 RAV-4 (FW2001) for his wife’s best friend. Of course, it had to be at rock bottom price. The woman was heading to Mexico within a few days and she wanted it cheap.
I hung an American-branded (but Chinese-made) windshield in it and used an aftermarket moulding. The cheap moulding just did not fit correctly and the fight to make it look good was complicated by use of a one-hour SDAT urethane. In the end, I got it to lay flat and then taped much of the top and upper corners down. Three months later, I got a call from my buddy telling me the RAV-4 was back at his shop and its owner was saying that it had a nasty wind whistle.
I went over, and the install looked good. However, I went ahead and resealed it. I went through that same scenario two more times until I finally pulled the glass out (which of course broke), and, when I replaced the glass, I used a Toyota moulding. (Lesson learned.) I have since contacted a voodoo priestess and gave her instructions on what kind of fate I’d like that mini-SUV to have befall it.
These kinds of jobs come in all makes and models or types of glass. They could arise out of one of the easiest installs or from a job that you never should have accepted. That is what makes them so frustrating—the unpredictability factor. Once you get one, the only predictable thing is that they just won’t go away. They are almost as bad as having a visiting mother-in-law or distant relative who just takes up residence in your house.
The next sort of punishment is the ‘job of desperation.” Business is off; the phones are quiet and wham! A guy pulls into your shop driving a Peugeot 505. He needs a windshield and you need to make payroll. Could this be a match in heaven? Not a chance! It is your first step on the road to hell but you don’t know it because you have never ever had to spell the word Peugeot, much less install any sort of glass in one. You should have had sense to turn the job down, but you will pay the price by becoming entangled for so long that you and your customer soon will be on each others’ Christmas card lists. I once did an Audi 6 sidelite on a mobile job, knowing better. I was there so long the client’s children started calling me “Uncle Neil.”
For you company guys out there, I can feel your pain. As an owner-operator, at least I can choose what jobs I want or can do. You folks are at the mercy of a CSR who is clueless or has had a fight with his/her significant other that morning and is mad at the world. Back in the mid-1980s, my CSR tried to give all of the following jobs to one installer in a single day: a Fiat X 1/9, an Audi 5000 and a MG Midget windshields to do mobile. “Tried” was the operative word, because after I got him to stop weeping uncontrollably, it was too late in the day to send him out.
When times get slow, every nutcase seems to come out of the woodwork. I get calls for 1965 Alfa windshields, MGB R&Rs or to re-bond the shoes on 1969 Mustang door glasses. A full moon only complicates the demands or at least magnifies them.
Why is it when sluggish times arise that one gets tormented with strange requests or a job comes back to haunt you? Some people will call it karma; others call it cosmic revenge. For me the very worst cases arise when you take on a job with marginal profit to keep busy with and it just snaps back, biting you in the rear, and makes you pay again and again and again for your first bad decision. I already have a wife to remind me of past mistakes—I don’t need a second source.Winter is bad enough to get these boomerang jobs that keep returning to haunt us. Now we have the economy and deceptive referrals to blame as well. I would just hang in there and my best suggestion to avoid getting snarled in tar is to keep something or someone handy so it could be sacrificed to the glass gods if need be, or, better still, keep the phone number of the competitor you detest the most close by to give out when you are tempted to take on a job that would let Brer Rabbit get his licks in.
