Evening, Fam…
So, Joey’s
new old chick, it’s a long story, also works at the old Mobility Unlimited (now National Seating and Mobility...what the hell name's that mouthful?), our one
chair repair retail store. She’s telling
us the lowdown on what’s going on in the biz.
She says we’ve got one ATP (Assistant Technology Professional)…otherwise
known as a wheelchair mechanic/wheelchair pusher (dealer) in town. We had to two, but the one left for the
oilfield…the bane of all other fields NOT the oilfield. It’s funny, because the oil NEVER stays…NEVER. The oilfield’s a lucrative, but fickle biz…but,
that’s another blog.
Anyway,
Mobility literally has no competition, so they don’t feel the need to get their
ass in gear, which means we, the needful crips, don’t get the repairs we need
in a reasonable time or the chairs and whatnot we order 3 months ago (I shit
you not), but now we hear they’re understaffed, making staff from the parent
office in Abilene have to come down to pick up the slack. Apparently, one of said staff used to be
manager of our branch.
This is a
long shot, I know, but if any of you reading are versed in wheelchair mechanics
and are looking for a job, come check out Midland.
Be good to
each other.
-J-
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