BlazeofLife
Maleficent Messiah
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- Dec 3, 2001
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Warning:
Rant ahead.
Okay, this has officially been the day from hell.
Started work at 11:30 pm last night, had scheduled in a four hour shift so I could have a chance to actually come home and sleep for once. Unfortunately, the supervisor I arranged that with quit yesterday, and didn't tell anyone. The manager wouldn't let me leave early like I had arranged, because he didn't know about it. He yelled, I yelled, I ended up telling him off and walking out.
A different supervisor came after me, and convinced me to come back, told me she'd keep the manager away from me for the rest of the night. No big deal.
Surprise, after that I had the worst job in the building for the rest of the night.
6:00 am this morning hits, I'm on my way to break, when I get called in to the shipping office and written up for verbally abusing the manager. Told them off too, and said that if they wanted to follow me up to the break room, I'd share my opinion of them in much more detail, since I was on my time and not theirs.
That was another write-up, and they threatened to call the cops for my making a threat. I tried arguing that it wasn't a threat, only employee-management feedback, which got me exactly nowhere.
Fine.
I went on my break, hear from a friend that starts at that time that an old friend of ours that we both knew from a previous job got hit by a car the night before. He thought I knew, so he just walked up and dropped it on me.
Bloody hell.
Since the day wasn't going nearly badly enough, apparently, it got worse.
Fire alarm goes off, we all have to leave.
We're waiting outside, I'm sorta halfway happy, because its a lot nicer outside than inside, when we get the page to come in, the fire was in the parking lot, somebody's car started on fire. We all get a good laugh out of it.
Inside, I get pulled aside by my supervisor, who's talking to the firemen.
She has an unhappy expression.
Turns out my car was the one on fire.
Great.
I run outside, don't even hear the rest of what she's saying, and there's what's left of my car. Before they put it out, the firemen wanted to keep it from getting the other cars or the gas lines near where I parked, so they hooked up a chain and dragged it to the far end of the parking lot.
I say dragged, because my Blazer is lowered, and lays frame: i.e., the frame rails sit directly on the pavement, they just have nubs on them to space them.
All the time it took to do that let the fire eat out my car, so its a total write-off.
Frame's bent from dragging, rims are shot, mags burst, my suspension air bags ruptured from the heat, engine burned all to hell, paintjob is shot, windows all burst, etc.
I actually sat down and cried when I saw it.
I'm now sitting at home, after spending $65.10 on a taxi to get home, in a very weird mood, staring at my wall.
end of Rant.
Blaze
Rant ahead.
Okay, this has officially been the day from hell.
Started work at 11:30 pm last night, had scheduled in a four hour shift so I could have a chance to actually come home and sleep for once. Unfortunately, the supervisor I arranged that with quit yesterday, and didn't tell anyone. The manager wouldn't let me leave early like I had arranged, because he didn't know about it. He yelled, I yelled, I ended up telling him off and walking out.
A different supervisor came after me, and convinced me to come back, told me she'd keep the manager away from me for the rest of the night. No big deal.
Surprise, after that I had the worst job in the building for the rest of the night.
6:00 am this morning hits, I'm on my way to break, when I get called in to the shipping office and written up for verbally abusing the manager. Told them off too, and said that if they wanted to follow me up to the break room, I'd share my opinion of them in much more detail, since I was on my time and not theirs.
That was another write-up, and they threatened to call the cops for my making a threat. I tried arguing that it wasn't a threat, only employee-management feedback, which got me exactly nowhere.
Fine.
I went on my break, hear from a friend that starts at that time that an old friend of ours that we both knew from a previous job got hit by a car the night before. He thought I knew, so he just walked up and dropped it on me.
Bloody hell.
Since the day wasn't going nearly badly enough, apparently, it got worse.
Fire alarm goes off, we all have to leave.
We're waiting outside, I'm sorta halfway happy, because its a lot nicer outside than inside, when we get the page to come in, the fire was in the parking lot, somebody's car started on fire. We all get a good laugh out of it.
Inside, I get pulled aside by my supervisor, who's talking to the firemen.
She has an unhappy expression.
Turns out my car was the one on fire.
Great.
I run outside, don't even hear the rest of what she's saying, and there's what's left of my car. Before they put it out, the firemen wanted to keep it from getting the other cars or the gas lines near where I parked, so they hooked up a chain and dragged it to the far end of the parking lot.
I say dragged, because my Blazer is lowered, and lays frame: i.e., the frame rails sit directly on the pavement, they just have nubs on them to space them.
All the time it took to do that let the fire eat out my car, so its a total write-off.
Frame's bent from dragging, rims are shot, mags burst, my suspension air bags ruptured from the heat, engine burned all to hell, paintjob is shot, windows all burst, etc.
I actually sat down and cried when I saw it.
I'm now sitting at home, after spending $65.10 on a taxi to get home, in a very weird mood, staring at my wall.
end of Rant.
Blaze
