well at some point today it might feel like friday

do you think they are french?

i open my e-mail box this morning and hntr had sent me some of these motivational posters... ahh, doesn't this bring back the days of old... no? oh.. too bad for you then. but i bet you are lying anyway. your significant other is reading over your shoulder saying "how crass! what is this shit? why do you read this?" no, am i still wrong? my bad.. wink wink.
cheese and i occasionally read the blogs together. i try and get her to read things out loud, why i dunno. perhaps i wasn't read enough books to as a child, perhaps i cant really read and am tired of looking at everyone's pictures and funny looking scribbles underneath them, or may be its because she sounds like one of those voices on "books on tape". you know the ones that make everything sound interesting and fun. whatever it is, beware people are reading your blogs out loud to each other...
its friday, we had a huge problem in the yard already this morning and I'm having to make a zillion phone calls to not only get something warrantied, but to get them to drive down from ball sac-ramento to fix it. try that one out. ever try and get something fixed on a warranty? okay, now add on the "fix it now you mother fucker!" conversation part i use and see where that goes...
actually it is going quite smooth. remember way back, when i was complaining about this engine i was having built? well now its unloading diesel into the oil pan. lame, disastrous if you will. so i started with the company executive, at the branch that fucked us in the first place. then moved on to the lying sack of shit who fucked us next. then i called the branch that finished building the engine and talked to the mechanic that did it, the engine foreman who scheduled it, the guy i paid $19, 960.09 to give it back to me, and finally talked to the branch manager.
i received a phone call within minutes of getting off the phone from sac-o-shit guy. he doesn't have any body to come down till may be next week, but not likely to happen untill the following week. i gave him the "you need to fix it now mother fucker speech" and called his district manager to discuss that conversation with him. moments later i receive a call from the people who finished building our engine and they have some one who can come down on tuesday.
"thanks, that's better, but..."
i got off the phone with him and called the branch manager at his location again and discussed with him his options, i had a phone number of the B.B.B. in hand and came up with a fictional contact that i had there.
"since your branch is the only one operating in northern california that doesn't have its service staff still on strike i would hate to tarnish what have worked so hard to achieve. the company you represent fucked us. you know it, i know it and now you have to do everything you can do in your power to help us. i will not go away. i am not afraid of driving up there and sitting in your office. i would rather do this over the phone. "
"yes sir, hold on..."

*his hold music is an ad for their company*

"zack, i will have a truck there this weekend or monday? i have a few questions..."
we talked about what the engine is doing, what i think it might be and some options of repair. my warrantee extension on the new work and i even threw in the idea of a free rental of a concrete truck while we wait. (i'm a fucking bastard.) meanwhile i had his other branches leaving messages for me to "call back immediately" and "please only deal with our location" and "we are doing the best we can" etc. etc...
as i am typing this i am getting another call. we will see and i'll try to update you as the day progresses. (like anybody reads this shit, this far into the post. you all are just here for the smutty pictures huh?)

well i hope you all have a fucking awesome weekend and "throw your potato salad in the air!!!"