Tempered Wrath
It hasn't been a fun week.
There was Gasperilla, and that was a real tooth-grinder. I swear that my blood pressure must have been 300/180 for a good part of Friday.
Things haven't improved much over the following week and change. The next day wasn't as busy, but there was one drunken asshole who egged me on almost to the point where I was ready to duck outside and puch his nose through the back of his skull. I took the high road and threatened to call the cops on him for a D&D (drunk and disorderly) and he ran off pretty quick.
The fun didn't end at work, however. I was walking over to the laundry room a acouple of nights ago to do some laundry, and I noticed the fuel door of my car was open, and the gas cap was dangling. I was unsure if this had meant that someone had syphoned gas, or had sabotaged my car by pouring sugar (or something else) into my gas tank. It turned out to be neither, but I don't like the idea of someone fucking around with my gas tank, so I purchased a locking gas cap. No more of that shit.
Even that wasn't the end of it. When I came back to check on the laundry, one of the loads in the washer didn't wash. So I was out $1.50, and a load's worth of detergent. And then, two of the three loads I was attempting to dry didn't dry in the dryers. Out another three bucks.
The only bright spot this week has been finally getting my W2 and being able to do my taxes. I've got a nice $1250 coming back from the feds. It can't come soon enough.
There was Gasperilla, and that was a real tooth-grinder. I swear that my blood pressure must have been 300/180 for a good part of Friday.
Things haven't improved much over the following week and change. The next day wasn't as busy, but there was one drunken asshole who egged me on almost to the point where I was ready to duck outside and puch his nose through the back of his skull. I took the high road and threatened to call the cops on him for a D&D (drunk and disorderly) and he ran off pretty quick.
The fun didn't end at work, however. I was walking over to the laundry room a acouple of nights ago to do some laundry, and I noticed the fuel door of my car was open, and the gas cap was dangling. I was unsure if this had meant that someone had syphoned gas, or had sabotaged my car by pouring sugar (or something else) into my gas tank. It turned out to be neither, but I don't like the idea of someone fucking around with my gas tank, so I purchased a locking gas cap. No more of that shit.
Even that wasn't the end of it. When I came back to check on the laundry, one of the loads in the washer didn't wash. So I was out $1.50, and a load's worth of detergent. And then, two of the three loads I was attempting to dry didn't dry in the dryers. Out another three bucks.
The only bright spot this week has been finally getting my W2 and being able to do my taxes. I've got a nice $1250 coming back from the feds. It can't come soon enough.