BlackWolf65
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Okay...
So, my day starts with this huge, knock-down, drag-out argument with my S/O, which we won't go into right now. It's enough to say that I was in an incredibly bad mood as I made my way out the door to do some work today - It's Saturday, and while I *hate* to have to work on weekends, I can bill at double time, which makes it hard to turn down. So, I'm already pissed, and hating the world: I have to work, and I've had a fight this morning before I even had my normal double espresso...
So...
I walk out the front door, and I go to lock the deadbolt. When I turned the key in the lock, the fucking key snaps off - leaving part of it inside the lock. Just wonderful. Fortunately, I can get in the back door when I get home, so I said, "Fuck it!" and went off to work, making a note to stop at the hardware store and buy a new deadbolt.
All well and good. I stopped to pick up the mail, and I had received four checks from customers, as well as two more from a couple of companies that I contract to, which kind of made the day look a bit brighter. I'm feeling a lot better now, because of this sudden windfall. Little did I know...
I decided to stop at the bank first, since they close at noon. There's this huge line at the drive-through, so I parked, and went inside to make my nice little deposit. I returned to my truck, got in, and backed out of my parking space. I'm just putting the transmission into first gear, when I hear this huge "CRASH!!" and I'm thrown forward, the seatbelt catches me, my head snaps forward, and the truck gets thrown forward a few feet. I'm like, "What the FUCK???" I look in the mirror, and there's another truck, his front end all smashed to shit. Fucker drove into me, and he had to have been doing at least 35 in the parking lot! Okay, so I get out of the truck, and walk around to the back, and the damage isn't *too* bad: One tail light is smashed, the right rear fender is crumpled, and the tailgate is completely ruined, but beyond that, nothing major. It's drivable, so I'm not too worried. Now the fun starts...
The other guy gets out of his truck, and starts screaming at me for being in his way! It's, "Mother-fucker this and mother-fucker that, blah, blah, blah..." I listened to him for a minute, and then I just looked at him and said, "You know, you rear-ended me. In Vermont, that automatically means that you're at fault. Beyond that, I am in a really pissy mood today, and you ~~Screaming now...~~ DO *NOT* WANT TO FUCK WITH ME TODAY, ASSHOLE!!" I've never seen a look quite like the look that came over his face at that point. I'm not a big guy (Acutally, I'm a pretty little guy) but I'm also a crazy man, and I guess it must have shown in my eyes or something, because he stepped back, and then apologized to me!
Okay, so we exchange insurance info, and all that good stuff, and I head off to my first job, ready to really hurt someone. I get to my first job, which is a satellite internet installation, and I go to work. Now, I really like what I do - it's fun, it's not really "hard" work, and it pays me well. This particular installation required that the satellite dish be mounted on the exterior wall of the building near the roof line - it's a two-story house. Fine - I get the ladder from the truck, put it up, and assemble the dish. I get my tool belt, and my meters, and I start to climb the ladder. I get to about the top of the first floor windows, and my foot slips on the rung of the ladder, and - yup, you guessed it - down I go. I land flat on my back, which knocks the wind out of me, and in the process, the dish is ruined beyond any hope of repair. Now, these are expensive sat dishes. It won't cost me - I can say that I received it damaged, but now the job has to be rescheduled for next week, when I'll have another dish sent from the company. So, I go in and tell the customer what happened, he's fine with it, very understanding, and I leave, now pissed, because this postpones a major billing that I could have entered today.
So, I go to the next job. This is just a basic audio/video component setup and plasma TV wall mount. Easy, easy stuff - takes me an hour tops, as an average, and pays pretty well. Cool, I'm almost done for the day. I get there, and the store they had purchased the equipment from never provided them with the cables for these components. I don't carry much of this stuff - just a few basic items, just in case. And of course, I don't have what I need to do this job. So, I at least get them set up with a working TV system, and reschedule to come back and connect the audio system.
Now, I'm really pissed. This has *not* been a good day, and it isn't even half over yet. I have two stops to make: Get the truck washed, because there's still a lot of road salt here, and the grocery store, to get few needed items for the house. I get to the car wash, drive up, and feed my $5.00 bill into the machine. The fucking thing eats my cash, and doesn't come on!! So I back out, drive up, and try again. This time it works, but it's now cost me $10.00 to get a basic wash. I'm fuming, muttering to myself, swearing, pissed off as all hell.
I go to the grocery store, get the items I need, and bring them out to the truck. Forgetting about the accident this morning, I open the tailgate of the truck, and the fucking thing falls off, just hanging from the cables attached to each side. I literally screamed, "AAAAUUUUUUURRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH" at the top of my lungs, put the groceries down, flung the tailgate into the bed of the truck, and put the groceries in the cab. I leave the parking lot to go home.
You have to know this first, before I tell you the final straw today... I drive a truck that is most definitely a *work* truck - meaning that it doesn't ride like a Caddy, it rides like a fucking truck. I live in the middle of nowhere, at the end of a very long, pot-hole littered dirt road. So, I bounce on down the road, get home, and get out of the truck, thankful that I made it home alive today.
One of the items I bought at the store was two six-packs of Guinness Stout - none of that draught stuff today, I want the Stout. I get into the house, (through the back door - FUCK! I forgot to buy a new deadbolt...), go and put the groceries away, and take a bottle of Guinness. I'm definitely ready for this, it doesn't matter how early in the day it is, I NEED this. I get the bottle opener from the drawer, and, forgetting about how rough a ride my truck is, I crack the bottle open. Immediately, I'm sprayed with a Guinness shower. Now, I wanted one, but I didn't want to bathe in it, I wanted to *drink* it...
I think I now know what Lucky Girl must have felt like yesterday: Someone just shoot me, please? Just shoot me and get it over with...
Go ahead, laugh... I'm glad I can provide some small entertainment for you...
So, my day starts with this huge, knock-down, drag-out argument with my S/O, which we won't go into right now. It's enough to say that I was in an incredibly bad mood as I made my way out the door to do some work today - It's Saturday, and while I *hate* to have to work on weekends, I can bill at double time, which makes it hard to turn down. So, I'm already pissed, and hating the world: I have to work, and I've had a fight this morning before I even had my normal double espresso...
So...
I walk out the front door, and I go to lock the deadbolt. When I turned the key in the lock, the fucking key snaps off - leaving part of it inside the lock. Just wonderful. Fortunately, I can get in the back door when I get home, so I said, "Fuck it!" and went off to work, making a note to stop at the hardware store and buy a new deadbolt.
All well and good. I stopped to pick up the mail, and I had received four checks from customers, as well as two more from a couple of companies that I contract to, which kind of made the day look a bit brighter. I'm feeling a lot better now, because of this sudden windfall. Little did I know...
I decided to stop at the bank first, since they close at noon. There's this huge line at the drive-through, so I parked, and went inside to make my nice little deposit. I returned to my truck, got in, and backed out of my parking space. I'm just putting the transmission into first gear, when I hear this huge "CRASH!!" and I'm thrown forward, the seatbelt catches me, my head snaps forward, and the truck gets thrown forward a few feet. I'm like, "What the FUCK???" I look in the mirror, and there's another truck, his front end all smashed to shit. Fucker drove into me, and he had to have been doing at least 35 in the parking lot! Okay, so I get out of the truck, and walk around to the back, and the damage isn't *too* bad: One tail light is smashed, the right rear fender is crumpled, and the tailgate is completely ruined, but beyond that, nothing major. It's drivable, so I'm not too worried. Now the fun starts...
The other guy gets out of his truck, and starts screaming at me for being in his way! It's, "Mother-fucker this and mother-fucker that, blah, blah, blah..." I listened to him for a minute, and then I just looked at him and said, "You know, you rear-ended me. In Vermont, that automatically means that you're at fault. Beyond that, I am in a really pissy mood today, and you ~~Screaming now...~~ DO *NOT* WANT TO FUCK WITH ME TODAY, ASSHOLE!!" I've never seen a look quite like the look that came over his face at that point. I'm not a big guy (Acutally, I'm a pretty little guy) but I'm also a crazy man, and I guess it must have shown in my eyes or something, because he stepped back, and then apologized to me!
Okay, so we exchange insurance info, and all that good stuff, and I head off to my first job, ready to really hurt someone. I get to my first job, which is a satellite internet installation, and I go to work. Now, I really like what I do - it's fun, it's not really "hard" work, and it pays me well. This particular installation required that the satellite dish be mounted on the exterior wall of the building near the roof line - it's a two-story house. Fine - I get the ladder from the truck, put it up, and assemble the dish. I get my tool belt, and my meters, and I start to climb the ladder. I get to about the top of the first floor windows, and my foot slips on the rung of the ladder, and - yup, you guessed it - down I go. I land flat on my back, which knocks the wind out of me, and in the process, the dish is ruined beyond any hope of repair. Now, these are expensive sat dishes. It won't cost me - I can say that I received it damaged, but now the job has to be rescheduled for next week, when I'll have another dish sent from the company. So, I go in and tell the customer what happened, he's fine with it, very understanding, and I leave, now pissed, because this postpones a major billing that I could have entered today.
So, I go to the next job. This is just a basic audio/video component setup and plasma TV wall mount. Easy, easy stuff - takes me an hour tops, as an average, and pays pretty well. Cool, I'm almost done for the day. I get there, and the store they had purchased the equipment from never provided them with the cables for these components. I don't carry much of this stuff - just a few basic items, just in case. And of course, I don't have what I need to do this job. So, I at least get them set up with a working TV system, and reschedule to come back and connect the audio system.
Now, I'm really pissed. This has *not* been a good day, and it isn't even half over yet. I have two stops to make: Get the truck washed, because there's still a lot of road salt here, and the grocery store, to get few needed items for the house. I get to the car wash, drive up, and feed my $5.00 bill into the machine. The fucking thing eats my cash, and doesn't come on!! So I back out, drive up, and try again. This time it works, but it's now cost me $10.00 to get a basic wash. I'm fuming, muttering to myself, swearing, pissed off as all hell.
I go to the grocery store, get the items I need, and bring them out to the truck. Forgetting about the accident this morning, I open the tailgate of the truck, and the fucking thing falls off, just hanging from the cables attached to each side. I literally screamed, "AAAAUUUUUUURRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH" at the top of my lungs, put the groceries down, flung the tailgate into the bed of the truck, and put the groceries in the cab. I leave the parking lot to go home.
You have to know this first, before I tell you the final straw today... I drive a truck that is most definitely a *work* truck - meaning that it doesn't ride like a Caddy, it rides like a fucking truck. I live in the middle of nowhere, at the end of a very long, pot-hole littered dirt road. So, I bounce on down the road, get home, and get out of the truck, thankful that I made it home alive today.
One of the items I bought at the store was two six-packs of Guinness Stout - none of that draught stuff today, I want the Stout. I get into the house, (through the back door - FUCK! I forgot to buy a new deadbolt...), go and put the groceries away, and take a bottle of Guinness. I'm definitely ready for this, it doesn't matter how early in the day it is, I NEED this. I get the bottle opener from the drawer, and, forgetting about how rough a ride my truck is, I crack the bottle open. Immediately, I'm sprayed with a Guinness shower. Now, I wanted one, but I didn't want to bathe in it, I wanted to *drink* it...
I think I now know what Lucky Girl must have felt like yesterday: Someone just shoot me, please? Just shoot me and get it over with...
Go ahead, laugh... I'm glad I can provide some small entertainment for you...
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omg poor guy- here's to hoping it gets better
