There are those days, like today
When every moron has chosen this day to get in front of me, on the road. When you have to drive 110 miles round trip to use a welder for five minutes because a customer won’t let me use theirs. When you spend hours crawling around in the slime under a machine because the vendor couldn’t ber bothered to connect the correct hydraulic hoses and just settled for connecting the one he could REACH.
Days when you get home and spend another three hours humping away at projects because the rain all week has put you hopelessly behind and if you live to 90 you’ll never catch up.
When you stand in the shower, once you finally GET there, and hose your sweaty, miserably hot nads off your thigh, where they’ve been stuck for the last three hours, and the heat of the shower stimulates those heat-rash-abused nerve endings, and you sigh, and all the bullshit drains out of the day….
Now all I need is the equivalent of a dulce de leche M&M.
It seemed like someone had put an electromagnet on my car yesterday–people felt compelled to pull out in front of me and then go about 15 miles an hour slower than my rate of speed when they cut me off–always in the fast lane too. Weirdest thing?? Most of them had Hawaiian leis hanging from their rear-view mirrors.
The welder-hoarding-idiot got his dumb-ass charged billable time coming and going an additional four hours just for the driving right?
right?
Lord, Thomas, I wish. This was quoted at a set price.
This will calm you:
I talk about food here.
http://keeskennis.blogspot.com/2010/06/food-nazis.html
Know what you mean, but Christ I’d give anything for a friday with 4 hrs driving time in it. What a break