Skeeter attack!
Ok...so she doesn't look so vicious...
"Dood...really, wtf are you doing?"
Ahem...
*clears throat*
I QUIT MY CRAPPY JOB! I QUIT! I QUIT! I QUUUUUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!
Well, Friday was going to be my last day, but my boss decided to get some attitude with me, so I got some right back, and that, on top of the fact that the house we were working on today was absolutely plagued with problems, just sealed the deal. What a waste of time that was.
All our trim was in a mess of apile, all nice and mildewed, we were 11 doors short, and were missing 8 pocket door hardwares. The power kept going out all day, and the air compressor was being a piece of shit, so we couldnt get jack shit accomplished. Then we get bitched at.
Buh bye! Fuck that shit.
So back to pizza dudery full time for a while. I made more money doing that anyway. Don't want to do it for long though, since the miles on the car get rediculous.
Someone hire me!
he laughed, patted me on the arm, and tore it up.