One of the best damn days at work EVER!
Typical drive into work, as usual...same old people trying to go somewhere fast, but not really thinking about to where they are going and that they really don't want to go there at all...if you know what I mean.
I get to work, and as usual, James asks me to go out with him for a smoke. When we get out there his front passenger side tire is flat. bummer, eh? In typical James-fashion, he starts worrying about the tire - "how am I going to get it fixed?" "where will I get it fixed?" "how much money will it cost?" - blah blah blah.
We go back inside and go down to the State Police post to fix a couple of problems there. First one we go to, we couldn't get it to screw up the way they said it was malfunctioning, and the people who directed us to the computer, mind you, are the same ones that reported the problems. Well, it was the wrong computer they sent us to. We go to the correct computer, and it appears that we will have to reimage it - which is basically wiping the entire hard drive and putting all the software back on - tedious and time-consuming.
James says, "Fuck this - I'm not reimaging this today."
As we leave to go back to our office, James starts in about his tire again. We go out for another smoke, and I told him to just take the damn tire off and put it in my car, and we can go up to Goodyear to get it fixed - noooo...not necessary. James wants to go to CVS to get some fix-a-flat in a can - you know, that spray in the tire stuff. After some whining and moaning, he talks me into walking in the cold, about three blocks over from our building, to CVS. We get there - they don't have fix-a-flat. Back to work we go, me bitching all the way about having to walk...didn't mind the cold, but having to walk that far - really - what was James thinking??
As we enter the office, I bring up my offer again - let's take the freaking tire off and take it to Goodyear to get it fixed. Nope...James will just put the donut-spare-tire on, and drive home and find something on the way. Inside we go, James worrying/bitching all the way.
I'm at my desk, wondering what I can dig up to do, and I go to bug James. James is not at his desk...Andrew says that he left with his coat on. What??? James gets back, and I find out that he walked to Goodyear to ask if they had fix-a-flat - they didn't. Go figure, eh? Again, I make my offer - take the damn tire off and i will drive you over to get the damn thing fixed!!! FINALLY - Ok, he says.
James starts to take out his donut and jack. James jacks up the car, and starts removing the lugnuts - well, trying to remove them. They were really on tight - and his little ass wasn't budging them. I offered my considerable size to loosen them - he declined, and proceeded to stand on the tire-iron and jump up and down until the little buggers came lose. That was fun enough, but it gets even BETTER!
James removed the last lugnut, puts all the little lugnuts in a nice, neat little pile inside the wheel cover, and starts to remove the tire. Grabs hold and gives it a tug...hmmm...won't come off. What the hell? Grabs it again, tugs harder. Tire still won't come off. Trying to keep from laughing out loud - huge amount of effort on my part - I watch as he tries for a full five minutes to remove this tire. James did everything except put his ass on the ground, feet on the car and give it a good hard yank!!! James even hit it a few times with the tire-iron! That's showing the tire who's boss, James!!!! So, as I'm standing there, fully believing that I'm way the fuck stronger that his puny ass, I walk over to the tire and look down at it. James gives me this incredulous look that said, "I don't believe that she's going to try and remove it! There's no way "she" can remove it!" I lean over, put my right-hand behind it and just tugged a little bit - tire popped right off! I was so surprised that it came off so easy, and the look on his face! PRICELESS!!! I laughed sooooo long and hard, that this was the closest i came to peeing my pants!!!
And, guess what? THERE'S MORE!!!!!
James put the tire in the van, and we drove over to the Goodyear place. Goodyear-dude says it will take an hour - so we head to lunch. My favorite time of the day! :) So, we have lunch, and the Goodyear-dude calls to say that the tire can't be repaired, a replacement will cost $115, and will take another two hours - as they had to have it brought over from another shop. We finish lunch and head back to work.
Back in our office, I begin to weave the magical tale and hilarity of the James-tire-removal-process to my friend, Carletta. As we yucked it up, at James' expense, the Goodyear-dude called to say - around 3:10 - that the tire was ready.
James and I drive back over, he gets the tire and we come back to put it on his car. James says, "well, you can go now - I can put it on by myself." Whoa - there, good buddy! Hold on to them horses! I'm not going to miss the opportunity to laugh at you again, if something else happens! I'm staying right here to watch. So, I sat my fat-ass down on the parking block to watch.
James pulls out the tire from my van, and rolls it - very professionally, mind you - to his car. As Jim reaches his car, he leans the tire against the car, and HONK! WHISTLE-WHISTLE! WOOP-WOOP! The car alarm went off scaring the piss out of James! H-I-L-A-R-I-T-Y!!!! This time I was prepared and gone to the bathroom before we left!!! LOL!!!!!
Ah, the good life! Nothing better than laughing all day long, getting paid for it, and it's at the expense of a very close and dear friend!
Whew!...I'm spent...reliving the events of the day have been very tiring...I'm out, y'all! Tomorrow, I will write about what an exciting meeting we had yesterday - State government at work, folks! Tune back in! Same place - same time! :)
I get to work, and as usual, James asks me to go out with him for a smoke. When we get out there his front passenger side tire is flat. bummer, eh? In typical James-fashion, he starts worrying about the tire - "how am I going to get it fixed?" "where will I get it fixed?" "how much money will it cost?" - blah blah blah.
We go back inside and go down to the State Police post to fix a couple of problems there. First one we go to, we couldn't get it to screw up the way they said it was malfunctioning, and the people who directed us to the computer, mind you, are the same ones that reported the problems. Well, it was the wrong computer they sent us to. We go to the correct computer, and it appears that we will have to reimage it - which is basically wiping the entire hard drive and putting all the software back on - tedious and time-consuming.
James says, "Fuck this - I'm not reimaging this today."
As we leave to go back to our office, James starts in about his tire again. We go out for another smoke, and I told him to just take the damn tire off and put it in my car, and we can go up to Goodyear to get it fixed - noooo...not necessary. James wants to go to CVS to get some fix-a-flat in a can - you know, that spray in the tire stuff. After some whining and moaning, he talks me into walking in the cold, about three blocks over from our building, to CVS. We get there - they don't have fix-a-flat. Back to work we go, me bitching all the way about having to walk...didn't mind the cold, but having to walk that far - really - what was James thinking??
As we enter the office, I bring up my offer again - let's take the freaking tire off and take it to Goodyear to get it fixed. Nope...James will just put the donut-spare-tire on, and drive home and find something on the way. Inside we go, James worrying/bitching all the way.
I'm at my desk, wondering what I can dig up to do, and I go to bug James. James is not at his desk...Andrew says that he left with his coat on. What??? James gets back, and I find out that he walked to Goodyear to ask if they had fix-a-flat - they didn't. Go figure, eh? Again, I make my offer - take the damn tire off and i will drive you over to get the damn thing fixed!!! FINALLY - Ok, he says.
James starts to take out his donut and jack. James jacks up the car, and starts removing the lugnuts - well, trying to remove them. They were really on tight - and his little ass wasn't budging them. I offered my considerable size to loosen them - he declined, and proceeded to stand on the tire-iron and jump up and down until the little buggers came lose. That was fun enough, but it gets even BETTER!
James removed the last lugnut, puts all the little lugnuts in a nice, neat little pile inside the wheel cover, and starts to remove the tire. Grabs hold and gives it a tug...hmmm...won't come off. What the hell? Grabs it again, tugs harder. Tire still won't come off. Trying to keep from laughing out loud - huge amount of effort on my part - I watch as he tries for a full five minutes to remove this tire. James did everything except put his ass on the ground, feet on the car and give it a good hard yank!!! James even hit it a few times with the tire-iron! That's showing the tire who's boss, James!!!! So, as I'm standing there, fully believing that I'm way the fuck stronger that his puny ass, I walk over to the tire and look down at it. James gives me this incredulous look that said, "I don't believe that she's going to try and remove it! There's no way "she" can remove it!" I lean over, put my right-hand behind it and just tugged a little bit - tire popped right off! I was so surprised that it came off so easy, and the look on his face! PRICELESS!!! I laughed sooooo long and hard, that this was the closest i came to peeing my pants!!!
And, guess what? THERE'S MORE!!!!!
James put the tire in the van, and we drove over to the Goodyear place. Goodyear-dude says it will take an hour - so we head to lunch. My favorite time of the day! :) So, we have lunch, and the Goodyear-dude calls to say that the tire can't be repaired, a replacement will cost $115, and will take another two hours - as they had to have it brought over from another shop. We finish lunch and head back to work.
Back in our office, I begin to weave the magical tale and hilarity of the James-tire-removal-process to my friend, Carletta. As we yucked it up, at James' expense, the Goodyear-dude called to say - around 3:10 - that the tire was ready.
James and I drive back over, he gets the tire and we come back to put it on his car. James says, "well, you can go now - I can put it on by myself." Whoa - there, good buddy! Hold on to them horses! I'm not going to miss the opportunity to laugh at you again, if something else happens! I'm staying right here to watch. So, I sat my fat-ass down on the parking block to watch.
James pulls out the tire from my van, and rolls it - very professionally, mind you - to his car. As Jim reaches his car, he leans the tire against the car, and HONK! WHISTLE-WHISTLE! WOOP-WOOP! The car alarm went off scaring the piss out of James! H-I-L-A-R-I-T-Y!!!! This time I was prepared and gone to the bathroom before we left!!! LOL!!!!!
Ah, the good life! Nothing better than laughing all day long, getting paid for it, and it's at the expense of a very close and dear friend!
Whew!...I'm spent...reliving the events of the day have been very tiring...I'm out, y'all! Tomorrow, I will write about what an exciting meeting we had yesterday - State government at work, folks! Tune back in! Same place - same time! :)