Busy Managing

I have to confess that I am absolutely in love with my job! I thought that I never wanted to work for someone else again, but I’d never been a manager before! I have a lot of the freedoms I enjoy from working for myself, but I also have a steady pay cheque.

This apartment complex managing position is an excellent fit for me. It combines all my past work experience, from bookkeeping support to security clearance processing to customer service, and more. I feel valued and appreciated and I am discovering that I have a backbone!

This week, being the last of the month, is incredibly busy. I am presently at the office waiting for two tenants to move out!

While this job is slowly taking over my life, I am still drawing a firm line and continuing with my own business and clients. It’s really the best of both worlds.

Now, someone pinch me. Tomorrow is September?!

Privacy When Having Someone Else Handle Your Mail

My friend Sarah is back home in Dawson City and cleared out my PO box for me. The only worrisome thing was a letter from the Canada Revenue Agency (CRA). I gave her permission to open it so that I wouldn’t have to stress unless absolutely necessary.

She emailed me back straight away (thanks!) and had this to say: “Bloody hell! It’s in French!”

So a great way to maintain your privacy when having someone else handle your mail is to make sure the person doesn’t read the language in which you get your mail! 😀

 

 

Another Way of Emptying RV Holding Tanks

Disclaimer: this is a post about dealing with sewage. Read at your own risk!

This is one of those posts I really hesitated to write. I hadn’t found anybody else who deals with their holding tanks this way. Then I realised that just because no one else has done it doesn’t mean it can’t be done! So, I did it, and it worked, and it saved me a huge amount of time, hassle, and money, and I’m going to share it with you today.

I’m parked for about six months with no sewer hookup. Even if I had a macerator system to pump into a toilet ($$$) I don’t have a toilet to pump into. So, I planned on pulling out every six weeks or so to dump. The problem is that the dump is 20km away round trip and getting in and out of this spot is quite a bit of sport!

I decided after that one trip that pulling out was no longer an option. That left toting waste. I don’t have a blue boy and there’s another reason I’m hesitant to go that route: not being able to control the flow of the waste out of the tank. ‘Nudging’ a holding tank valve just doesn’t work, at least not with mine.

The main piece of the puzzle, then, was to figure out how to control the flow of waste out of the tank while minimizing the potential for making a mess.

The solution was quite obvious: empty the the tank from above, right in the bathroom.

The house that I owned really taught me to think outside the box. I remember one night when I had to empty the toilet to be able to remove it so that I could get a mechanical auger into the drain (fun times). That night, through a combination of trial, error, and conversations with my dad, I accidentally ‘invented’ the siphon. And that’s what I decided to do with my current holding tank situation.

Now, I have to say that since I went to dump I haven’t been putting paper in the tank so that I could prolong the tank getting too full. So I was dealing with a fairly liquid sludge, for which the siphon would work just fine.

These are the tools I gathered:

-newspaper for protecting the floors;

-disposable gloves;

-a large (6 gallon) bucket with a screw on lid;

http://www.321galaxy.com/6-gallon-bucket-w-screw-on-lid.html

-a piece of hose long enough to hit both the bottom of the tank and that of the bucket;

-paper towels;

-a garbage bag;

-a disinfectant;

-a wet/dry shop vac

First, I turned off the water pump, then I put newspaper down in both the dressing room and the toilet room to contain spills (unnecessary) and put the bucket into a garbage bag in case it leaked (unnecessary).  I then inserted the piece of hose into the tank, leaving enough out for it to rest on the bottom of the bucket.

A siphon is quite easy to make. The trick is that the liquid levels in the recipient container have to be lower than those in the donor container. So the ideal thing would have actually been to have the bucket outside, below the rig, and the hose snaked out the door, but I wanted to be able to keep my eye on the whole operation. So, I decided to siphon as much as I could and see where I got.

The other thing a siphon needs is a primer. In some cases, sucking on the hose would work, but not in this one! I used my wet/dry shop vac to create the necessary suction.

My set up worked perfectly and I was pleased to be able to fill up just a bit more than three quarters of the bucket before my siphon stopped working. The tank hadn’t been full to overflowing to start, so that freed up plenty of space. I made a note of how full the tank was when I siphoned it so that I’ll know when to repeat the exercise.

I screwed the lid on tight, brought the bucket outside for disposal at the dump station on the way to work tomorrow, cleaned the the shop vac, and then cleaned the bathroom and dressing room thoroughly for good measure. Done in about ten minutes with no mess.

Now, I can’t wait to hear from all the horrified people who will tell me that I shouldn’t have done that! 😀

Up On Blocks

Last night, I noticed that Miranda was listing on the passenger side and thought that she had perhaps sunk into the ground. But no. When I came out this morning, I discovered that the front passenger tire was flat as a pancake!!!

I asked around at work and was able to borrow an air compressor. That’s something I’ve been wanting to buy, but the one I want is a lot more money in Canada, so I planned to get it this winter. Anyway, this compressor I borrowed was perfect; 2 gallon tank, 125PSI, and, maybe most important, I could lift it!

The compressor was super easy to use. Just plug in, wait for it to stop making a racket, then apply the tip of the hose to the tire valve. Worked like a charm. Except that the reason my tire went flat was that the valve was kaput! So the air was rushing out as fast as it was going in.

Jody came to see me just as I got home and was messing with everything, so she was able to call Gary and ask him to bring a jack home so that I could at least get the weight off the wheel. But that wasn’t good enough for my wonderful host. Oh, no:

my borrowed air compressor in the foreground, with Gary beside it trying to get the hubcap off

my borrowed air compressor in the foreground, with Gary beside it trying to get the hubcap off

can you see how flat the tire is?

can you see how flat the tire is?

I feel like a redneck with my home up on blocks!

I feel like a redneck with my home up on blocks!

Yup. Gary loosened the tire nuts, got Miranda on the jack, slid blocks under her to stabilize the frame (yay, I’m level again!), took the tire off, and determined that the tire is okay but the inner tube is rotten. So, my plan went from getting a mobile tire repair place to come to me ($$$) to bringing my tire to a repair place this weekend, having Gary reinstall it, then taking it for torquing ($). But do you know what Gary did? He left with my tire to get it fixed tomorrow. Can you believe that man?!

And Jody isn’t much better! When she saw how depressed I was tonight (I had a day from hell, and it had nothing to do with my job), she said “I brought home pizza. Come and have some.” So I didn’t have to worry about dinner AND she sent me home with beer, two corn on the cob that I look forward to boiling for dinner tomorrow, and some muffins!

It is a wonder of the RVing life that it can make friends out of strangers so quickly. I continue to be so grateful to be here.