something I wrote, then thought I'd lost..
7:50 am
Today gets even better by the hour, I wake up to a sunny morning and when I go to start my car, it refuses to turn over - a pity, only a one and a half hours to the nearest bus stop, I should just walk straight to work. I begin my pilgrimage from meadowbank to penrose - industrial hell, the big jungle of concrete and steel. About half an hour into my walk I get a phone call from my boss - he's pretty irate, "where the hell are you?" He wants to know, so I explain my situation, "we need you here" he yells, "I got a customer on the phone screaming! He ordered a car bonnet and those stupid pricks in despatch sent him a shock absorber - he's pissed!" I ask him, why not send the back up driver? Apparently it's not an option, the guy's at a funeral - apparently his uncle died for the fifth time. Hopefully he'll stay dead so the moron doesn't keep taking days off. "I'll try and make it within the hour" I tell him, then get off the phone. It starts to rain.
Fuck you Auckland weather!
12:00pm
One of the guys in the office took pity on me and got me sushi. Being two hours late for work I missed the lunchman, probably a good thing really. God knows I owe the bastard at least a hundred bucks. Fuck this wusabi is strong! Just a tiny bit of it on the sushi is enough to blow your brains out! I look at all the rockapes wandering around the warehouse aimlessly...
12:10pm
"You're a gothic aye?" One ape askes me, "you have orgies in cemetries." These are stupid questions that deserve no answer, "do you like sushi?" I ask Mr Inquisitive, he throws me a puzzled look, so I explain the concept of it. I still get a blank stare, "ok, look, just try some" I say, I have to drive out soon and pick up a car bonnet - some guy ordered a shock absorber and got an engine hood instead. I point to the wusabi, "hey, do you like guocamole? Made out of avacardos." I then get in my van to collect the bonnet. I'm cruising out the gate and the last thing I see before I hit the road is an idiot about to cram a big piece of sushi into his mouth with a nice healthy dollop of wusabi smothered all over it. Brain like a pea, I think. Then I'm away.
12:45pm
I pick up the engine hood from the guy who's truck has now been off the road for several hours - he's not exactly chuffed and wants to know what kind of mickey mouse outfit we run out there? Yes, it's not often that I'm lost for words..
3:15pm
The ringing of my phone rudely awakes me from my afternoon nap, Shit! It's my boss, I have to work in despatch with all those fools. What, me? Dispatch? I don't understand. Apparently one of those twits got chronic food poisoning, had to take the day off, got a very bad case of the shits, no doubt they'll call in a plumber later. By now I'm starting to give up thinking positive, there's no way the day is gonna get any better, it turned to shit the moment I walked in the door! The amount of shit that goes down in this place just no longer surprises me. Still, I suppose it gives me something to write about, and it saves bordom - most of the time..
Today gets even better by the hour, I wake up to a sunny morning and when I go to start my car, it refuses to turn over - a pity, only a one and a half hours to the nearest bus stop, I should just walk straight to work. I begin my pilgrimage from meadowbank to penrose - industrial hell, the big jungle of concrete and steel. About half an hour into my walk I get a phone call from my boss - he's pretty irate, "where the hell are you?" He wants to know, so I explain my situation, "we need you here" he yells, "I got a customer on the phone screaming! He ordered a car bonnet and those stupid pricks in despatch sent him a shock absorber - he's pissed!" I ask him, why not send the back up driver? Apparently it's not an option, the guy's at a funeral - apparently his uncle died for the fifth time. Hopefully he'll stay dead so the moron doesn't keep taking days off. "I'll try and make it within the hour" I tell him, then get off the phone. It starts to rain.
Fuck you Auckland weather!
12:00pm
One of the guys in the office took pity on me and got me sushi. Being two hours late for work I missed the lunchman, probably a good thing really. God knows I owe the bastard at least a hundred bucks. Fuck this wusabi is strong! Just a tiny bit of it on the sushi is enough to blow your brains out! I look at all the rockapes wandering around the warehouse aimlessly...
12:10pm
"You're a gothic aye?" One ape askes me, "you have orgies in cemetries." These are stupid questions that deserve no answer, "do you like sushi?" I ask Mr Inquisitive, he throws me a puzzled look, so I explain the concept of it. I still get a blank stare, "ok, look, just try some" I say, I have to drive out soon and pick up a car bonnet - some guy ordered a shock absorber and got an engine hood instead. I point to the wusabi, "hey, do you like guocamole? Made out of avacardos." I then get in my van to collect the bonnet. I'm cruising out the gate and the last thing I see before I hit the road is an idiot about to cram a big piece of sushi into his mouth with a nice healthy dollop of wusabi smothered all over it. Brain like a pea, I think. Then I'm away.
12:45pm
I pick up the engine hood from the guy who's truck has now been off the road for several hours - he's not exactly chuffed and wants to know what kind of mickey mouse outfit we run out there? Yes, it's not often that I'm lost for words..
3:15pm
The ringing of my phone rudely awakes me from my afternoon nap, Shit! It's my boss, I have to work in despatch with all those fools. What, me? Dispatch? I don't understand. Apparently one of those twits got chronic food poisoning, had to take the day off, got a very bad case of the shits, no doubt they'll call in a plumber later. By now I'm starting to give up thinking positive, there's no way the day is gonna get any better, it turned to shit the moment I walked in the door! The amount of shit that goes down in this place just no longer surprises me. Still, I suppose it gives me something to write about, and it saves bordom - most of the time..