so, ive been working sixteen to twenty hour shifts for the last ten days... there is such a thing as a second wind and a third and fourth... this morning though i could not drag my ass out of bed... seeing how both of the people i had schedualed to work this morning flaked i got to sleep in... ahhh.... i think ive burned cheese out too... we havent done any house work for a week and it looks like a fucking bomb went off in our kitchen... the rain has stopped and we have made amazing headway in our project. i will have to go to work on manday as im in danger of them trying to fire me. i got a call on friday morning as i was driving the girls to school...
"where are you?"
"im on the flats, im driving the girls to school. why?"
"we are having a meeting and you should definitly be here!"
"i have the day off, its on the board."
"you should get here as soon as possible! hurry."
the tone in her voice let me know that it most likely had something to do with me... i roll in to work about thirty minutes later than i normaly do and the meeting is over... everyone is busting ass getting ready for the day and looking at me like im gonna get it hen the boss rolls out.
i go looking for the boss and give him the "how dare you call me into work on my day off" look. he laces into me about showing up on time and getting stuff fixed and blah, blah, blah...
"well, im glad we are on the same page man, because ive been asking you for help with this shit for a year now." i said. totally stumping him and interupting his rant agaisnt me..
"what, no?!?!? YOU NEED TO SHOW UP ON TIME!"
"I have the day off, its on the board AND in your palm pilot, im i might be taking off next week as well. i have work to do at home before the rains come."
"you have a job here and ths is your fucking priority!!! blah, blah, blah blah, fucking you and your blah blah blah."
he storms out. he wants my desk cleaned off. so i do the windshield wiper technique and shove it all into a huge box, store it in my parts shed, help out in the yard for two hours, order some fucking parts and wave good bye. people in the office werent talking to me and i needed to go as i had people ready to work probubly sitting in their vars at my house already over half an hour away...
thinking it might be a good fucking idea to show up to work on monday, sober and ready to take another ass chewing. i love that shit. some folks need to exert their boss-a-tude on others and feel omnipotent by hollaring and belly-aching about... i'll make sure the piece of equipment he needs to use that day is in the shop being serviced... fucker..
in other news... go on over to bollixs blog and read his shocking story, he has finnaly stopped posting about his bits and mjs indian sitting position tactics.... you wont be dissapointed.... good good fun. at some one elses expense. have a great rest of the weekend all...
*sluggs off to get back to work*