Had a Tuesday so bad I almost quit after 11 years of sweeping
Three calls in a row in Rochester went sideways when a nest clog turned into a full tear-out, a homeowner's dog bolted through my open van door, and I snapped my 6 foot rod in a flue that hadn't been touched since 1998. By 4pm I was sitting in the driveway eating a gas station sandwich wondering why I still do this. Does anyone else hit a day where every single flue fights back, or is it just me?