Monday was spent trying to get one of two concrete pumps functioning without hydraulic oil spewing out all over the place and starters from over winding, then off to town for replacement parts! to no avail. i had to order from the manufacturer. yup bent over, pants down, no lube.
Tuesday was spent looking for a porto-potty delivery man. "its one fucking road that goes through our entire town man! stop when you see the guy in the white truck on the side waving his arms like a fucking chicken on speed!!!" after several hours of driving this guy around showing him where to leave the unit on the pallet and where to deliver the one on the trailer, i felt like taking a shit in the cab of his truck. "si, yo hablo espanol mother fucker, now leave the trailer here!" my time card for that day read as follows, "perused properties with perturbed pooper personnel for proper portopotty placements." (had to pee i did.)
today, the fan belt on the paver snapped off! do we have one in stock? hell the fuck no! out of the eighty or so belts hanging in my parts container none of them really came close.... found an old used belt(i mean old, circa 1950) and placed it on the paver. said "good luck!" called my parts guy (who is now a forty five minute drive away) and he will have one at 11:30. I'll be leaving here momentarily to fetch it....
i haven't been fucking posting. I've been running around like some fucking paper boy on a new route delivering septic system information to rich catholics. I'll try to get back here later. oh and our diesel wacker is toast, "threw a rod" he said. i couldn't help but chuckle, "your big wacker... threw a rod."