come do some free labor on monday with us and problem solved!!!:whistling2:
Well gee-wiz! I'm on my way! :thumbsup: :laughing:
come do some free labor on monday with us and problem solved!!!:whistling2:
What's up kidz. Sittin here at work with a migraine the size of Texas... so many more hours left... and my finger still hurts.
You think you got it bad; that's nothing. Today my wife put Swiss cheese on my sandwich, when I specifically remember telling her I wanted American cheese.Today blows!!! I agreed to do a favor for an old boss of mine who was desperate for the help.... That was a bad idea
So my day started at 7am to get ready for this "favor" job today. Its a security gig which already sucks enough to begin with. Its cold and rainy today so I put on long sleeve under armor under my uniform shirt to keep warm since I don't have a company jacket. Its still cold so I throw on a sweater of my own. Perfect! Off to work I go
My job today (thank god its only a single day) is to watch a tiny little parking lot of this warehouse and make sure only employees park here. Simple enough right? (I'd rather dig a ditch in the desert and fill it back up than do this for 8 hours. I have a metal fold out chair to sit in, which is conveniently placed on the dirt between some spider invested bushes. Wonderful! What a s**t job already!
So now the fun begins.... I arrive at 8:31 (shift started at 8:30) and this old lady (also a guard) starts telling me how I'm sooo late and I should be here by 815 so I can already be in my little chair by 830..... Yeah, oooookk! Next she tells me I have to take my sweater off because it covers the patches. I already knew I'd have to take it off because its state law to have the patches showing. I told her I'll just sit I'm my car to keep warm and she says NO! I have to be outside in my metal chair in the dirt :screwy: so then she sees my long sleeve under shirt and flips again! "You can't wear layers!" Holy crap, She's nuts! So I tell her look, I either wear my sweater, or sit I'm the truck. I'm not gonna freeze my ass of in the drizzle and get sick.
Now she proceeds to take her work jacket off and give it to me since she gets to sit inside a nice warm building and listen to music and play games all day so I say fine and take the jacket...... It smells like dirty old lady!! uke: (I'm gagging just thinking about it right now) she tells me I wear that. F***! Fine! I'll wear the dam jacket!! I tell myself its only a few hours Anthony, you can do this.
Now this lady tells me that at 1 o'clock when she leaves, shes taking the jacket and I have to also take off my undershirt now because we supposedly can't have layer on (long sleeve under shirt). So this b**** wants me to take everything off now and wear a dam short sleeve shirt with no undershirt the rest of my shift (until 5pm). Yeah ummmm.... Not gonna happen lady!
Now I'm stuck, sitting on a metal chair, for 8.5 hours, in the dirt, inches away from spider and lizard invested bushes, wearing a jacket that makes me wanna barf.... And all this for $9 f***ing dollars per hour. All because I wanted to be nice and do my old boss a favor.
Worst part of the whole story, I can't call my boss and tell him this lady is crazy and I'm not listening to her because she is his mother in law :banghead:
At this moment I'm debating throwing myself in the bushes to get eaten by spiders so I either die or I get sent home.
And you thought your Monday sucked :sly:
You think you got it bad; that's nothing. Today my wife put Swiss cheese on my sandwich, when I specifically remember telling her I wanted American cheese.
:laughing: the joys of being married lol
My ex wife was a great cook.........when it came to Italian food, she was Italian. I had to teach her how to cook good American food. One thing she never got down was how to make toast, always burnt it. :laughing:
Now my last girlfriend sucked at cooking she burnt water. Oh well, I get paid to cook so if I want some decent grub I do it myself. Maybe the next gal I find will know how to cook :whistling2:
well there you go byrd...:whistling2: