today was pure hell... my parts didn't show up, we had part of the "dream team" show up and start welding and grinding metal on the table right next to a freshly rebuilt eight thousand dollar engine head. "
"I'm over it! your fucking dream boys out there just wasted a week of work!" i said as i blasted through the office to get some final paperwork done.
"why don't you work on your conversation skills there, sweat pea." my boss responds.
"i told them this morning that they shouldn't weld on my tables today, i put a shop cloth over the engine head and reminded their foreman that they are not to be welding around the crane. they used my shop cloth to cover the bullshit they are working on and left my shit out in the open, they are filling it with metal shavings!!! i unplugged the grinder, told him to weld on the bench in the shop and don't fuck with my shit. he looked at me and tried to plug in the grinder to keep working." i stammered.
"what do you want me to do about it?" he causally asks as he turns up the volume on the computer while streaming the golf masters...
"nothing, i cut the fucking cord off the grinder and ripped the breaker out of the breaker box for the welders. it should take the rest of the day for them to fix it and the, the beginning of the week for "big cheese" to tear the head back down and clean it out! do what ever the fuck you want, I'm outta here! thanks for all your help!" i damn near yelled.
his face drops and he runs out into the shop....
have a nice weekend folks, I'm hitting the sauce.