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.
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Are you sure you don't work for a state or other government agency? The "what do you want me to do about it?" comment sounded familiar.
And then you medicate yourself with alcohol? Yep, a state or government agency. I'll drink to that.
I've had a rough day too, but not as bad sounding as yours. Looks like I won't be the only one tipping a cold adult beverage or two tonight.
Anyone who watches golf masters has it coming to them.
*prepares for happy hour in order to toast the Voices*
I'm sure the look on your boss' face was priceless. God I would have loved to of seen that. Tip it back and pour it down my friend, I do believe you have earned it.
I thought 'What do you want me to do about it?" was the motto of the Bellingham police force. Is your boss from washington?
*cracks another beer * I'm waaaaaay ahead of you, voices.
Hey everyone,
We have kicked off a party over at The Wild Onion Cafe (yep, second to the last here on IV's blog roll). It is to celebrate Some Random Chicks birthday. So come on over and wish her a very happy birthday. Eat some cake, chow down on the food, enjoy the music, and drink lots and lots of booze. See you there.
****tiptoes off with bottle of vodka while no one is watching***
csi, i feel like its a government work place with all the mismanagement going on there...
bob, CHEERS!!!
lela, join us anytime! we hit three bars last night and had a friend buy our whole table dinner unexpectedly!!! and lessons are free from me... it comes natually...
mj, *raises many glasses in the nothern direction and toasts to mj*
cecile, drink, drank, drunk.... thnk you!
firsty! *finishes thirteenth shotgun and pounds down a shot of jeager* cheers to you too!!!
cecile, *sneaks over to cafe and farts behind beast and points finger at him*
beast, *runs after beast then realizes that wasnt vodka, but clean pee for drug testing program at work*
It smells bad in here.
It smells bad in here.
Sorry, that was me. Too many onions over at the Wild Onion Cafe.
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