noblegas

Oh joy what a complete shitburger of a way to burn up a vacation day, the hot dogs I ate for dinner last night seem to have left me with a gout outbreak this morning. For those who don't know what gout it, it's basically a build up of crystalized uric acid that can get in your toe, ankle, or maybe knee due to eating too much salt, too many processed meats, drinking too much beer, etc (I do all 3 so my gout resistance is fairly fucked) and when it happens it hurts like an absolute motherfucker. It can get so bad that touching the infected area with a bed sheet can damn near bring tears to your eyes. Mine isn't this bad but I'm having some rather major mobility issues so the first supervisor I ran into told me to go home and rest. Fairly bad timing for this to happen given that I've been demoted to shop duty for backing my company vehicle into the side of another car......fuck it, I've got plenty of free time today so I'll tell that story and as well as why I stupidly agreed to transfer from the IT department at Don-Nan Pump and supply out to the idiot pump shop (the build the pumps that make oil field pump jacks pump oil) in a moment. Back to the gout, oh and the crash! So yeah I was in the process of leaving to head home from work Friday and impulsively decided to pull and and chat with the crew leader who was locking up shop. We're supposed to back into parking our parking spaces but who in the hell does that when you're just pulling up to talk to someone? Good lord, I'm not a damn robot :/. Anyhow in the course of roughly a 30 second conversation some other dipshit pulled in the wrong way as well and when I backed out I didn't see him and yeah, I hit his truck. AS punishment I had my company truck taken away and have to work in tear down which is the area that takes apart used pumps. I'm not particularly fond of doing manual labor or being dirty but it's only for a week so whatever, bring it on! It's not the work that's going to do me in.....it's these two meth head hillbilly losers they've got working back there who apparently seem to only be interested in drinking Fireball and getting into fights that are going to be the death of me. "Yeah I had like 8 shots of fireball last night, it was on like donkey kong" to which I responded "Really you pussy? Only 8? My 13 year old niece can easily down 12 shots of Fireball." and then I walked off. Tried talking to the other fellow but the conversation somehow managed to be even less intellectually stimulating. Anyhow in regards to the gout as well as the current state of my job duties the actual shop foreman who issued my punishment to begin with basically accused me of eating a bunch of Slim Jims on purpose so that I'd get gout and not have to work back there. Yes, he actually said that. He knows that I'm much, much smarter than he is, it intimidates him and he's always making these outlandish statements and accusing me of coming up with schemes to get out of work. While I think it's cute and not altogether a terrible plan, I could think of far less painful ways to get out of work for a day such as oh I don't know, filing the proper paperwork and asking for the day off. Fucking idiot, that is why meth heads will never rule the earth. Anyhow in case you're wondering how my life became the hillbilly infested soap opera it is today I was originally hired on at this place to work in the IT department, however at some point a couple of years ago they got themselves into a bind and needed someone with a commercial driver's license to make a delivery for them. I paid my way through college working summers in the oil field cementing department and Halliburton, had a CDL and decided it would be fun to get out of the office for a couple of days so volunteered to drive a big 18 wheeler up to Wyoming. Anyhow after talking to the other field technicians (which is what I normally am now-my days consist of making on site repairs, occasionally delivering small parts, taking photographs of wildlife, and chatting with ranchers) I found out that they not only did they need people over there but they also get to drive their 4-wheel drive company pickup trucks to and from work they were also getting paid 10-15k more per year than the IT staff over in the corporate office so I used my superior negotiating skills to weasel my way into doing that instead. At times it feels like a regrettable decision, mostly because my IT skill set has deteriorated to the point that I'm probably not employable in that field anymore but, anyhow that concludes our little get to know noblegas a little better session. How you doin!?!?!