El Bastardo!
So check this.
I picked up a guest from the airport. Her co-workers were eating at Olive Garden or OG as I call it. So I take her there from the airport. As I'm exiting the Sunland Park mall, I have my eye on a brand new CTS. I love the Cadillac CTS, its a gorgeous car. So I'm driving, and I get up and park my big ugly ass Christian van, the CTS is right behind me. The guy gets out of the CTS. I know who he is, he's the owner of my hotel. He comes, knocks on the window, and I roll it down. He's pissed. He said he's embarassed of the way I drove. That I supposedly had cut him off, without putting on my signal, while speeding. Bullshit! I of course want to keep my job, for the time being at least, and swallowed my anger. My GM and my manger saw me talk to him. So they both know what's up. I told them both straightout, that what I though he said was crap, and that if they write me up, I'm refusing to sign it. I am one of the few people I know, that always remembers to use my signals. I get made fun of by peers for using signals in parking lots. If I didn't signal, that's his weak ass machines fault, and not my own. That van needs to be shot. For a second I felt like telling him, "I guess you must be as embarrassed by my preformance as guest are to be riding in this van."
For awhile yesterday I wish I had quit right then. I was all ready to leave from work and go check out Tera Melos. 10 minutes before I get out, some lady calls from Cafe Central to be picked up. I'm not even sure how she got there, no one had driven even near there that day. So I head out, and bam, I-10 is backed up from my hotel to Executive. They're detouring everything down the Paisano. So it take me half an hour to get there, 10 minutes to get back by east. Only to have to pick up more guests from the airport, who were willing to wait more than an hour for me to pick them up. So I find my wayback, down Paisano, and I get to Piedras, only to be told the guest I'm on the way to pick up, are already at my hotel. They couldn't wait, and took a Taxi. So now I have to drive back, and go scoop up Gabe, since he was the only one I could find to goto a show with me. We hurry up, and head down to the HORR. Right as we walk up, the show is over, and people are leaving. God how the last three hours of the day suck. I need a new job. I'm really starting to dislike work again.
I picked up a guest from the airport. Her co-workers were eating at Olive Garden or OG as I call it. So I take her there from the airport. As I'm exiting the Sunland Park mall, I have my eye on a brand new CTS. I love the Cadillac CTS, its a gorgeous car. So I'm driving, and I get up and park my big ugly ass Christian van, the CTS is right behind me. The guy gets out of the CTS. I know who he is, he's the owner of my hotel. He comes, knocks on the window, and I roll it down. He's pissed. He said he's embarassed of the way I drove. That I supposedly had cut him off, without putting on my signal, while speeding. Bullshit! I of course want to keep my job, for the time being at least, and swallowed my anger. My GM and my manger saw me talk to him. So they both know what's up. I told them both straightout, that what I though he said was crap, and that if they write me up, I'm refusing to sign it. I am one of the few people I know, that always remembers to use my signals. I get made fun of by peers for using signals in parking lots. If I didn't signal, that's his weak ass machines fault, and not my own. That van needs to be shot. For a second I felt like telling him, "I guess you must be as embarrassed by my preformance as guest are to be riding in this van."
For awhile yesterday I wish I had quit right then. I was all ready to leave from work and go check out Tera Melos. 10 minutes before I get out, some lady calls from Cafe Central to be picked up. I'm not even sure how she got there, no one had driven even near there that day. So I head out, and bam, I-10 is backed up from my hotel to Executive. They're detouring everything down the Paisano. So it take me half an hour to get there, 10 minutes to get back by east. Only to have to pick up more guests from the airport, who were willing to wait more than an hour for me to pick them up. So I find my wayback, down Paisano, and I get to Piedras, only to be told the guest I'm on the way to pick up, are already at my hotel. They couldn't wait, and took a Taxi. So now I have to drive back, and go scoop up Gabe, since he was the only one I could find to goto a show with me. We hurry up, and head down to the HORR. Right as we walk up, the show is over, and people are leaving. God how the last three hours of the day suck. I need a new job. I'm really starting to dislike work again.