randumb_thought

ok, so i'm tired of using correct capitalization and punctuation. i don't normally do that shit anyway. so yeah, i worked today. i'm exhausted. (delivery boy in profile = furniture.) three fucking bedroom suits going in all different directions of the world, a huge refridgerator, and other assorted things that people picked up themselves at the store. i got chewed out by the first woman we went to because i brought her a quilt that was the wrong fucking color. the woman who sold her the bedroom suit didn't bother to tell me what color it was supposed to be, so how was i supposed to know? but the woman finally gave in and got over it. so next, we take a repossessed bedroom suit to another woman's house. the directions that we have make no sense so we call her to try to fix them. turns out the only person at the house is a 17 year old girl, and she doesn't even know where the fuck she lives. why do i get the feeling no one cares about any of this? anyhow. we figure out where the people live and the girl gets her stepfather to come to the house since someone 18 or older is required to be there. everything more or less goes in without issue. my partner then tells me that he has some business to tend to, so he'll be taking a long lunch. that leaves me to take my normal lunch, come back, and load the entire last bedroom suit along with previously mentioned huge refridgerator, all by myself. i'm a big boy now! as we're leaving, we discover that neither of these sets of directions make any fucking sense either. we manage to figure the fridge out and get it to the guy's house. of course his door is too small, so we wind up having to take the doors off of it. once you do it enough, it becomes a bit easier. so..the fridge is in the house, we rebuild it from scratch, and then leave. we wind up having to stop at a payphone to get directions for the next house. turns out we have to take the goddamn thing from one fucking side of the house to the other. other than that, there was really no problem, except that the store closes at 6, which is about five minutes before we finished and left the place. and we were a good half hour away at that. of course the doors were locked, the lights were off, and everyone else was long gone. i'm guessing someone already clocked us out, too, which really fucking pisses me off, because that might mean we don't get paid for the extra half hour. but now i'm home, back with my newfound love of SG.com, and life is good. except...I DONT HAVE ANY BEER. and no one is around to buy me any. i haven't gotten drunk in like two months. FUCKIN A. i'm done.