Fuck Fuck Fuck
I love how there are always those things that bring you down right at the moment before it would not be possible for such a thing to happen. This has nothing to do with my grievance against life, but it's a fun prologue:
Last night I traded shifts with someone at work so I would be picking up a few more hours of work before I go to Cleveland, and this meant I had to close... and yes, hungry Howe’s apparently will take orders right up until 3am on a Saturday night. That was fun though, we were just goofing around and making fun of people while we cleaned/cooked/et cetera. By 3:30 all the money was counted and in the safe, and we decided to hang out next to the store and drink. I really can't tell you where the time went, but Rey, Corey, and myself drank a warm 12 pack of Michelob light which had been sitting in Corey’s truck all day. We made sure to steal a few cups of ice before we locked the store. I kid you not; we were out there fucking around until daylight... I got home somewhere around 6:30am. Wouldn't be too bad for a Saturday night except for that I also had to open this morning with about 3 hours of sleep. Good fun was had by all, and I got the entirety of knowledge that Rey and Corey have about the cute girls we work with.
Ok, now to my pissing and moaning... I worked from 11 am until 5. I carried my last set of deliveries out the door at 4:50 and I was feeling great, the lack of sleep and fatigue were merely facts that had no affect on me. As soon as I am driving out of my first drop for that delivery run, I hear my muffler drag on a speed bump. I have pretty good ground clearance for this sort of thing, so I was irked, but unaware and more or less uncaring. 3 blocks down the road, I notice my car's pulling every which direction but the one I steer to. I figured that I was either hallucinating and torturing myself or I fucked up my alignment. No, I wasn't this lucky. The last drop of my last run, I took a brief inspection of my car as I delivered 2 Steak Cheese and Mushroom subs to some rednecks who always tip me well. Right rear tire (brand new tires mind you!) was flat as a pancake. I believe my thoughts were summed up and perhaps even as simple as "FUCK!" I cursed at myself and my car while I nursed it back to the store which was only about a half mile. I figured it was smarter than driving to my house which was a half mile in the opposite direction; I don't like my job, but I would like to keep it. The only car jack I own is a rolling 2 ton jack, but it's too bulky to keep in my trunk, so I don't. Luckily, my insane manager Theo was nice enough to lend me the plethora of tools in his trunk. I assume he has all of those tools because he drives a GM car. I popped the spare on and saved myself a panic attack or two or three, but I have work tomorrow and it's now after 5pm on a Sunday. I now have to wake up early tomorrow when I should really be catching up on sleep and find a place that can plug my tire before work- assuming the tire is pluggable.
Last night I traded shifts with someone at work so I would be picking up a few more hours of work before I go to Cleveland, and this meant I had to close... and yes, hungry Howe’s apparently will take orders right up until 3am on a Saturday night. That was fun though, we were just goofing around and making fun of people while we cleaned/cooked/et cetera. By 3:30 all the money was counted and in the safe, and we decided to hang out next to the store and drink. I really can't tell you where the time went, but Rey, Corey, and myself drank a warm 12 pack of Michelob light which had been sitting in Corey’s truck all day. We made sure to steal a few cups of ice before we locked the store. I kid you not; we were out there fucking around until daylight... I got home somewhere around 6:30am. Wouldn't be too bad for a Saturday night except for that I also had to open this morning with about 3 hours of sleep. Good fun was had by all, and I got the entirety of knowledge that Rey and Corey have about the cute girls we work with.
Ok, now to my pissing and moaning... I worked from 11 am until 5. I carried my last set of deliveries out the door at 4:50 and I was feeling great, the lack of sleep and fatigue were merely facts that had no affect on me. As soon as I am driving out of my first drop for that delivery run, I hear my muffler drag on a speed bump. I have pretty good ground clearance for this sort of thing, so I was irked, but unaware and more or less uncaring. 3 blocks down the road, I notice my car's pulling every which direction but the one I steer to. I figured that I was either hallucinating and torturing myself or I fucked up my alignment. No, I wasn't this lucky. The last drop of my last run, I took a brief inspection of my car as I delivered 2 Steak Cheese and Mushroom subs to some rednecks who always tip me well. Right rear tire (brand new tires mind you!) was flat as a pancake. I believe my thoughts were summed up and perhaps even as simple as "FUCK!" I cursed at myself and my car while I nursed it back to the store which was only about a half mile. I figured it was smarter than driving to my house which was a half mile in the opposite direction; I don't like my job, but I would like to keep it. The only car jack I own is a rolling 2 ton jack, but it's too bulky to keep in my trunk, so I don't. Luckily, my insane manager Theo was nice enough to lend me the plethora of tools in his trunk. I assume he has all of those tools because he drives a GM car. I popped the spare on and saved myself a panic attack or two or three, but I have work tomorrow and it's now after 5pm on a Sunday. I now have to wake up early tomorrow when I should really be catching up on sleep and find a place that can plug my tire before work- assuming the tire is pluggable.