When you read this next line, say the part in quotes with the voice of the comic book store owner from the Simpson's...
"Worst weekend ever"
So I normally work 2:30PM-11PM, Tue-Sat, this means my weekend is sun and Mon.
Now that you know that, let me just say that since before I had this job(more than a year ago) every Sunday I have gone to my Mom's house and helped out.
My mom just bought a house that was a bit of a fixer upper, or so we thought, turned out to be a nightmare, so, we decided to gut the entire thing and start fresh from just the foundation, walls, and the roof. I mean we took out everything, then, we started to replace everything we took out with new stuff. So, pretty much my step dad and I have completely remodeled this house over the last 2 years. You'll be happy to know that the house itself is pretty much finished and looks great.
But
I still go there every Sunday, and there is still lots of work to be done, we have been cleaning up the property, fixing up the garage/workshop, landscaping, and working on their remodeled RV, which is not finished yet.
So basically it is like I have been working 6 day weeks for more than a year now, and lets just say that when Monday roles around, remember that Monday is a day off for me, I like to sleep in, lazy around for a while, then when I am ready, I start my Monday routine.
This normally consists of shootin over to KFC, yes, KFC, I have an addiction but I limit myself so it's not that bad, once a week on Mondays only. Anyway, after food I do whatever stuff I need to, bank, mail, errands and that stuff, then I head over to the local rock climbing gym where I usually meet up with Sean(piratestich) and climb out my aggressions from the previous week.
Well, that would have been what I did this Monday only instead, I woke up at 8:30AM, drove out to the phoenix international raceway(P.I.R.), and was supposed to be just picking up my step dad, who was dropping off the RV for this weekend's coming NASCAR race. Yep, NASCAR, I know, I'm not really a fan of it, but my step dad is, which means my mom is, but I go too, but not for the same reasons I go to get drunk for 3 days straight.
Well, it seems as though P.I.R. decided to change the way they sell RV site and refused to sell us more than one site unless we let them put the sticker for the 2nd site on a 2nd car.
Well this just fucked our entire plans as I had driven out there in my 04 Saturn ion redline, and that car was not going to be coming to the actual race. What follows was the worst experience in a car I have ever had.
In a clutch decision, I decided to drive to my mom's work, trade my car for their pickup, then race back and try to make it before our turn in line came up. On the way there, my mom gave me wrong directions, there was a roll over on the freeway that closed all 4 lanes, while driving down the side streets some asshole in a POS drove across four lanes of traffic, including mine, to try to get to where of all places..a fuckin grocery store!
I'm gonna take a little side track for this one.
Who the fuck risks the lives of dozens of other people and the lives of everybody in the car with them including their own to go to the fuckin grocery store?! This was so much to handle that it pushed me right over the edge and I snapped. I tossed the shifter into 1st and laid down a 20 foot stretch of rubber, then shot passed this asshole who was now looking casually for a parking spot, cut him off, jumped out of my car, and I can only imagine that I looked like I could have killed kittens, then continued to explain to the driver how unbelievably stupid and pointless what he just did was, I also pointed out that he risked the passengers lives, and that his piece of shit $500 car would have been nothing to him, but my recently purchased 15K plus car that was bought with borrowed money would have been fucked. I then calmly got back in my car and laid down another 20 feet or so of rubber, then went back to driving.
I reached my mom's work, picked up the pickup, then drove back without issue, I made it back with about 8 RVs left in front of ours and then when we finally got thru we found out that nothing the person who sold the stickers had told us was true and that everything I had just been through was totally for nothing.
Yeah.
So my whole day was shot to hell, I was in a terrible mood, I made it to climbing with like an hour left before they closed, and even with the therapeutic vibes of an amazing friend to just wash away my worries, I still couldn't shake the bad mood and had a terrible night of sleep that carried right into the beginning of my week and here I am, writing a mile long rant.
Pfwew! *wipes sweat from brow*
I feel much better.
Thanks to those of you who actually read this.
and.....-fin-
"Worst weekend ever"
So I normally work 2:30PM-11PM, Tue-Sat, this means my weekend is sun and Mon.
Now that you know that, let me just say that since before I had this job(more than a year ago) every Sunday I have gone to my Mom's house and helped out.
My mom just bought a house that was a bit of a fixer upper, or so we thought, turned out to be a nightmare, so, we decided to gut the entire thing and start fresh from just the foundation, walls, and the roof. I mean we took out everything, then, we started to replace everything we took out with new stuff. So, pretty much my step dad and I have completely remodeled this house over the last 2 years. You'll be happy to know that the house itself is pretty much finished and looks great.
But
I still go there every Sunday, and there is still lots of work to be done, we have been cleaning up the property, fixing up the garage/workshop, landscaping, and working on their remodeled RV, which is not finished yet.
So basically it is like I have been working 6 day weeks for more than a year now, and lets just say that when Monday roles around, remember that Monday is a day off for me, I like to sleep in, lazy around for a while, then when I am ready, I start my Monday routine.
This normally consists of shootin over to KFC, yes, KFC, I have an addiction but I limit myself so it's not that bad, once a week on Mondays only. Anyway, after food I do whatever stuff I need to, bank, mail, errands and that stuff, then I head over to the local rock climbing gym where I usually meet up with Sean(piratestich) and climb out my aggressions from the previous week.
Well, that would have been what I did this Monday only instead, I woke up at 8:30AM, drove out to the phoenix international raceway(P.I.R.), and was supposed to be just picking up my step dad, who was dropping off the RV for this weekend's coming NASCAR race. Yep, NASCAR, I know, I'm not really a fan of it, but my step dad is, which means my mom is, but I go too, but not for the same reasons I go to get drunk for 3 days straight.
Well, it seems as though P.I.R. decided to change the way they sell RV site and refused to sell us more than one site unless we let them put the sticker for the 2nd site on a 2nd car.
Well this just fucked our entire plans as I had driven out there in my 04 Saturn ion redline, and that car was not going to be coming to the actual race. What follows was the worst experience in a car I have ever had.
In a clutch decision, I decided to drive to my mom's work, trade my car for their pickup, then race back and try to make it before our turn in line came up. On the way there, my mom gave me wrong directions, there was a roll over on the freeway that closed all 4 lanes, while driving down the side streets some asshole in a POS drove across four lanes of traffic, including mine, to try to get to where of all places..a fuckin grocery store!
I'm gonna take a little side track for this one.
Who the fuck risks the lives of dozens of other people and the lives of everybody in the car with them including their own to go to the fuckin grocery store?! This was so much to handle that it pushed me right over the edge and I snapped. I tossed the shifter into 1st and laid down a 20 foot stretch of rubber, then shot passed this asshole who was now looking casually for a parking spot, cut him off, jumped out of my car, and I can only imagine that I looked like I could have killed kittens, then continued to explain to the driver how unbelievably stupid and pointless what he just did was, I also pointed out that he risked the passengers lives, and that his piece of shit $500 car would have been nothing to him, but my recently purchased 15K plus car that was bought with borrowed money would have been fucked. I then calmly got back in my car and laid down another 20 feet or so of rubber, then went back to driving.
I reached my mom's work, picked up the pickup, then drove back without issue, I made it back with about 8 RVs left in front of ours and then when we finally got thru we found out that nothing the person who sold the stickers had told us was true and that everything I had just been through was totally for nothing.
Yeah.
So my whole day was shot to hell, I was in a terrible mood, I made it to climbing with like an hour left before they closed, and even with the therapeutic vibes of an amazing friend to just wash away my worries, I still couldn't shake the bad mood and had a terrible night of sleep that carried right into the beginning of my week and here I am, writing a mile long rant.
Pfwew! *wipes sweat from brow*
I feel much better.
Thanks to those of you who actually read this.
and.....-fin-