liquidflorian

My boss was in a tiff today, and he wanted me to do a few things befor I left for my weekly office visit. I was trying to explain to him that time is limitted; however, he thought I was simply being "pissy". I found myself flailing to explain my position, but in my depleted state I was unable to articulate anything. Then my internal monolouge switched on: "it easier if you just kill him...." He sent me one of those "serial killer" test a few months ago and I passed it. Maybe all those violent video games are bad for me.

I'm also alittle pissed about that Corvair. Dude wanted wwaaaayyy too much for it, but that wasn't so bad, what pissed me off was the dick head at the lot would let me test drive it. Fucker. If I liked the thing I just might have tryed to talk him closer to my price, or just said 'fuck it, I'll take it.' The rudest thing that some one trying to sell something to you can do is ask "dont you know how much this is?" Fuck you, Jose. (that was the dudes name, Jose).

Fuck that coyboy shit. I've been sold down the river by used car salesmen enough to know that you dont ever tell the mark (I mean customer) the final price of the shit bucket (I mean Car). You just get them into a long term finnacing contract so you can make it easier for them to buy your crap. Fuck tards!

Not only that but the asshat was smoking like a chimeny! I don't care if you smoke or not, but smoking ON a customer is fucked up. Coupled with is Irish bath he took, made for a rather fucked up experiance.

On a more positive note, his boss was super pissed at him when I walked off the lot with out even a second glance. Assholes.

Needless to say, It just didn't pan out.