Just been to see a client. He's 90 and owns a tricked up MX5. And an XJ6 Coupe. And a Mini Cooper S.
His wife said no to him buying all of them and he did it anyway. Maybe I should take a leaf out of his book!
Anyway the grump is a guy at work left and I had to pick up all his work with zero notice. Tripled my workload. Two weeks after he went I had a trip to the UK and spent most of it working trying to keep up with all his shit he hadnt done. Zoom meetings with clients at 3am, bending over backwards accomodating odd requests with good humour and a can do attitude and really felt I'd done a lot to keep them onside. Had lots of good feedback from them too and some excellent google reviews for the website. All good. Got it all under control, everyone happy.
This week I have had three emails from clients with the "its not you, its me" line saying they are transferring their accounts to the old adviser at his new firm. I am pissed off I really compromised my holiday (basically didnt have one) and they were going to fuck off anyway. And who gets a bollocking Monday morning? Yup, that'd be me.