Once a year my boss and his family take a vacation. They are gone for a full week and it is really peaceful. He isn’t there, breathing down our necks, and barking orders at us. If the job didn’t pay as well as it does I would have moved on years ago. Anyway, as his secretary, I am put in charge of finding accommodations for him and his family. They like to rent cabins or cottages, usually on a lakeshore, and they always want to try somewhere new. Depending upon how popular the area they are visiting is, it can be difficult to find the perfect place on short notice. This year, after searching online for two days, I finally found what I felt fit the bill. It had a private dock, three bedrooms, screened in porch and was close to the wine trails. There was something for everyone. They were traveling in late September and the weather can be anything from summer like to freezing. When you live anywhere in the Northeast you just come to expect that. I didn’t see a problem because the place they rented had both heat and air conditioning. The problem came on the third day of the vacation. I got a call from my boss and he was clearly upset. He said that the cottage was freezing and the heat was not working. I tried to give him the name and number of the property manager but he said that it was my job to call and get it fixed. I said that I would call when I got a moment, gave him the information anyway and hung up the phone. There was no way that I was going to call.