one of the worser days of the year
Today BEGAN with climbing through a one foot hole in a wall.
somewhere in the beginning middle i DROVE A 6'9 VAN THROUGH A 6'8 CEMENT MOTHERFUCKING DOOR AND BUSTED THE SHIT OUT OF THE LADDER RACK MOSTLY BECAUSE I CAN'T DRIVE HUGE VANS WORTH A FUCKING DAMN.
then as I go to the whole-saler in the smashed van, nearly back to my destination some bro yells something at me that sounds like "PIPE RACK OPEN"
SWEET. I guess when i TRIED TO DRIVE THE VAN FURTHER INTO THE PARKADE THAT WOULD BE TOO SMALL TO BACK OUT OF OR GO AROUND THROUGH THE OTHER EXIT IN, I busted off the hatch that holds the TUBE OF METAL PIPING on the top of the van.
when I got out to investigate FOUR FEET OF FUCKING INCH AND A HALF CONDUIT WAS HANGING OUT... THAT'S SOME SERIOUSLY 70km/hr WINDOW SMASHING MATERIAL. HOLY GODDAMN FUCK.
Then I go up to my supervisor, and of course, it is the most dick-wad supervisor ever, (WALTER)
and OF COURSE, I hide the fact that i BUSTED THE FUCKING VAN ==AND== nearly killed X amount of people with the pipe rack open.
THEN A FEW MINUTES LATER:
I had to tell someone, so as this other apprentice paul i work with was going down to the van I was like YEAH, IM GOING DOWN WITH YOU TOO MAN, DONT WORRY ABOUT IT. and we just left WALTER behind with him thinking WTF.
I tell PAUL and he goes HOLY FUCK LOL. Which I agree with and we get our shit, I go back up thinking he was right behind me, but apparently he decided to stay behind for FOURTY MINUTES trying to fix the problem.
meanwhile when I get upstairs, WALTER is like WHAT THE FUCK DID BOTH OF YOU NEED TO GO DOWN FOR RETARDS??? I was like "uhhhhh yeahhh, we uhhh just did k"
Then I work... try to ignore what just happened... la la la... WHERE THE FUCK IS PAUL?.... Walter-cellphone: PAUL, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?
Paul-cellphone: Uhhhh, just fixing something.. be right up
~~~~20 minutes later~~~~
Walter goes downstairs!! Ohhhh man I'm in deep shit now...
Walter reams PAUL out yelling at him for 10 minutes.
comes back, IS ACTUALLY REALLY NICE ABOUT THE WHOLE FUCKING THING SAYING, "hey tim... uhm we need to have a chat about your driving..... yeahh... YOU'RE NOW BANNED FROM DRIVING THE VANS"
Sweet in my books actually, they scared the fuck out of me, especially in tiny tiny parkades where you're blocked in by 6 cars and can't turn around.
So then, do a little more work--i'm still stressing out, it's 4:30pm, i started at 7am..
JOBS DONE SWEET.
Got 30 minutes before we started our over-time shift, so paul and I rip it from 999 West hastings all the way to gravely and commercial in about 6 minutes. SMOKE A DOOB with this guy we work with then HIGHTAIL IT (and i mean HIGHTAIL IT) to city square in 10 mins... Paul drives like a fucking MANIAC... (at one point we were going like 90 down broadway in mid traffic and this CORVETTE OR SOME SHIT in the right lane swerves into our lane 10 ft ahead of us then back... and holy shit yo)
PAUL ALSO LOST ALL SENSE OF DIRECTION AFTER HE SMOKED ONE JOINT. To get from 1st and commercial to broadway and cambie he was like "LETS TAKE HASTINGS AND GO UP MAIN ITS THE FASTEST WAY, WE HAVE LIKE 10 MINS" im like YEAH LETS NOT MAN WTF
BAM WIZZZ ALMOST DEAD NOT YET--
CITY SQUARE JOB!
Run a tech cable 150ft for some new panel... sweet no problem...
The next 3 hours consisted of me crawling on the studs above the womens bathroom through 37 different types of conduits/plumbing fixtures/air-vac/wiring/security shit but mostly alllll these little pipes running in different directions for all the toilet plumbing. I was stuck at one point wiggling through these 3 pipes but SOMEHOW MADE IT.
FINISHED THAT OFF SWEET TIME TO FINALLY GO HOME.
It's awesomely 8:45 and pouring rain.
I'm biking home--- making a left---and WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSHHHH pickup truck who doesnt see me misses me by a foot.... Would've been a head on collision probably amounting in my severe injury slash DEATH (should buy helmet again)
so yeah FUCKING BRING IT ON "I HAVE A BAD DAY BECAUSE OF EMO FUCKING REASON"
FUCK
haha okay time to drink my ONE BEER, have a SHOWER because chinese food restaurant ceilings are REALLY DISGUSTINGLY GREASY and get the fuck to bed cuz lord knows i gotta get up at FIVE FUCKING AAACLOCCKK..
Thank you for reading, and if you did, I love you. OKAY PEACE
somewhere in the beginning middle i DROVE A 6'9 VAN THROUGH A 6'8 CEMENT MOTHERFUCKING DOOR AND BUSTED THE SHIT OUT OF THE LADDER RACK MOSTLY BECAUSE I CAN'T DRIVE HUGE VANS WORTH A FUCKING DAMN.
then as I go to the whole-saler in the smashed van, nearly back to my destination some bro yells something at me that sounds like "PIPE RACK OPEN"
SWEET. I guess when i TRIED TO DRIVE THE VAN FURTHER INTO THE PARKADE THAT WOULD BE TOO SMALL TO BACK OUT OF OR GO AROUND THROUGH THE OTHER EXIT IN, I busted off the hatch that holds the TUBE OF METAL PIPING on the top of the van.
when I got out to investigate FOUR FEET OF FUCKING INCH AND A HALF CONDUIT WAS HANGING OUT... THAT'S SOME SERIOUSLY 70km/hr WINDOW SMASHING MATERIAL. HOLY GODDAMN FUCK.
Then I go up to my supervisor, and of course, it is the most dick-wad supervisor ever, (WALTER)
and OF COURSE, I hide the fact that i BUSTED THE FUCKING VAN ==AND== nearly killed X amount of people with the pipe rack open.
THEN A FEW MINUTES LATER:
I had to tell someone, so as this other apprentice paul i work with was going down to the van I was like YEAH, IM GOING DOWN WITH YOU TOO MAN, DONT WORRY ABOUT IT. and we just left WALTER behind with him thinking WTF.
I tell PAUL and he goes HOLY FUCK LOL. Which I agree with and we get our shit, I go back up thinking he was right behind me, but apparently he decided to stay behind for FOURTY MINUTES trying to fix the problem.
meanwhile when I get upstairs, WALTER is like WHAT THE FUCK DID BOTH OF YOU NEED TO GO DOWN FOR RETARDS??? I was like "uhhhhh yeahhh, we uhhh just did k"
Then I work... try to ignore what just happened... la la la... WHERE THE FUCK IS PAUL?.... Walter-cellphone: PAUL, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?
Paul-cellphone: Uhhhh, just fixing something.. be right up
~~~~20 minutes later~~~~
Walter goes downstairs!! Ohhhh man I'm in deep shit now...
Walter reams PAUL out yelling at him for 10 minutes.
comes back, IS ACTUALLY REALLY NICE ABOUT THE WHOLE FUCKING THING SAYING, "hey tim... uhm we need to have a chat about your driving..... yeahh... YOU'RE NOW BANNED FROM DRIVING THE VANS"
Sweet in my books actually, they scared the fuck out of me, especially in tiny tiny parkades where you're blocked in by 6 cars and can't turn around.
So then, do a little more work--i'm still stressing out, it's 4:30pm, i started at 7am..
JOBS DONE SWEET.
Got 30 minutes before we started our over-time shift, so paul and I rip it from 999 West hastings all the way to gravely and commercial in about 6 minutes. SMOKE A DOOB with this guy we work with then HIGHTAIL IT (and i mean HIGHTAIL IT) to city square in 10 mins... Paul drives like a fucking MANIAC... (at one point we were going like 90 down broadway in mid traffic and this CORVETTE OR SOME SHIT in the right lane swerves into our lane 10 ft ahead of us then back... and holy shit yo)
PAUL ALSO LOST ALL SENSE OF DIRECTION AFTER HE SMOKED ONE JOINT. To get from 1st and commercial to broadway and cambie he was like "LETS TAKE HASTINGS AND GO UP MAIN ITS THE FASTEST WAY, WE HAVE LIKE 10 MINS" im like YEAH LETS NOT MAN WTF
BAM WIZZZ ALMOST DEAD NOT YET--
CITY SQUARE JOB!
Run a tech cable 150ft for some new panel... sweet no problem...
The next 3 hours consisted of me crawling on the studs above the womens bathroom through 37 different types of conduits/plumbing fixtures/air-vac/wiring/security shit but mostly alllll these little pipes running in different directions for all the toilet plumbing. I was stuck at one point wiggling through these 3 pipes but SOMEHOW MADE IT.
FINISHED THAT OFF SWEET TIME TO FINALLY GO HOME.
It's awesomely 8:45 and pouring rain.
I'm biking home--- making a left---and WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSHHHH pickup truck who doesnt see me misses me by a foot.... Would've been a head on collision probably amounting in my severe injury slash DEATH (should buy helmet again)
so yeah FUCKING BRING IT ON "I HAVE A BAD DAY BECAUSE OF EMO FUCKING REASON"
FUCK
haha okay time to drink my ONE BEER, have a SHOWER because chinese food restaurant ceilings are REALLY DISGUSTINGLY GREASY and get the fuck to bed cuz lord knows i gotta get up at FIVE FUCKING AAACLOCCKK..
Thank you for reading, and if you did, I love you. OKAY PEACE