Max Perez Rodriguez

I've followed my father around his work ever since i could walk. weather it was home projects when i was a child to learning the ropes as a teenager, I've seen my father do it all. Building a house from the ground up,and to the intricacies and delicate finishing touches to make a customer to call there homes "home sweet home." All at my disposal before i could appreciate the art of remodeling.

I watched him talk to hundreds of clients. All demanding different jobs from run of the mill renovations to custom projects that are one of a kind. Every customer had a million question, a million ideas, but only one budget and time frame. Yet the professionalism my father displayed not only made the costumer confident in their commitment and adjusted to their budget and time frame they were comfortable, it got him the job. Again and Again. Regular after regular. For 20 years I've been in the presence of excellent entrepreneurship and proud to have applied it in my endeavors.

When i was 19 i was officially hired by my Father in his company Perez Remodeling. I've dug holes in scorching heat and mixed concrete in cold weather. Such is the experience of working in the great state of Texas and its climate. I honed my skills and followed my fathers lead and eventually I could remodel entire houses in any time and place. I have lost count of the amount of fences I've built, the patios we built roofs over, the doors that were replaced and painted by my hand. Before I knew it it was business as usual. Carpentry, Plumbing, and electrical became second nature and there just seemed to be no end to the job appointments and estimates.

The pandemic hit everyone including yours truly. I recovered in bed for 2 weeks feeling, again I wasn't the only one. Inevitably the work horse came to a grinding halt. I looked else where to find any work available. Luck presented itself as a tiny pizza shop in the heart of downtown Dallas. I'Fratelli Pizza hired me on the spot and was on my way to become an essential worker. This job strengthened my people skill in a more casual and uplifting sense. Every door was an opportunity to grow. In truth my speech skills had room to expand and mature. For the duration of the pandemic i learned service with a smile was more than a curl of the lip. I was wearing a bloody mask crying out load how would anyone know. Its the glee that you give to starving customers when you remind them that just because theres a lock down doesn't mean that the human experience is over and it was that connection that can make 2 individuals in a sick world to know that they are both smiling behind the mask.

The job itself was too easy and the best part was the smell of fresh pizza. i would prepare salads, fill up cheese and pepper cups, and fold hundreds of boxes when i wasn't driving. The synergy and team work in that shop was phenomenal and it truly was a no man left behind experience. We would encourage each other to have a safe trip to the delivery drivers while the kitchen staff would go on a parade of pizzas during rush hours. Exploring downtown is an experience i will never forget. Delivering to bustling hotels to exotic apartment complexes was a quick skill to pick when it came to finding the right door. Honestly i loved that job. The comfort of driving in my own vehicle and getting to know every turn of the city i was born in was second nature. I never made a late delivery and the customers where always generous.

I have branched out and gotten projects to myself and my own workers and managed to completely supervise and finish them on time.