85_SS_302_Coupe
05-26-2009, 07:01 PM
Get ready for some foul language. I've gotta exercise the demons.
I'm so damn aggravated right now. I just stood outside with a pry bar in my hand and i almost put it through the windshield. This has been one stressful day. Lets take it from the top:
Had to go to work because my last pay check was shorted 8 hours. Why in the fuck do i have to do this? Because my job sucks cock. I go in and talk to the HR chick...she's a fucking tard. She pulls out this print out of my hours, and i've worked 4 days this particular week, should've had 32 hours. I got paid for 25. I ask her "how many days did i work" she says "4", i say well how many hours a day do i work? She says 8. I say well can someone fuckin tell me what 8 times 4 is please!!!??? DUMBASS
Next, i had to drive to Tri County. It was 4pm. Need i say more?
Then i get home to find that my mom's BF got fired. Again. He's been laid off for months and finally got a shitty job and they let him go after a week. The job market is so shitty right now.
Then my mom brings over some crazy fuckin game thing for my son...which shouldn't piss me off but i'm already pissed and this thing is playing yankee dootle dandy and it's really getting on my damn nerves.
So then my fuckin car. You dump like almost 3k into a fucking car and it won't run. It ran fuckin awesome one day, then 3 days later the shit won't idle. I've been through the gauntlet with this thing trying to figure it out and i have no damn clue. I take a tip from someone and try pulling the belt off...maybe something is freezing up causing the engine to die. I go to start it...no fuckin spark. So i scratch my head like NOW WTF IS IT? I go in the house for an hour before i snap. I go back out and i unplugged the damn distributor earlier because i'm swapping it out tomorrow.
So i try the belt...still dies. Then it starts raining on me. At this point i would not be surprised if a flock of birds came over me and they all shit on me at the same time. Which, leads me to the point where i'm standing there in front of my car after putting the belt back on. I have a big pry bar in my hand and i'm looking at it....sitting there doing nothing....and i seriously had to stop myself from beating the shit out of this fuckin car.
On top of all that, i have a broken power steering line on the Merkur and a check engine light on my Jeep.
Would someone please just come kick me in the nuts? I'd seriously rather stomp on my own dick than deal with this shit anymore. When this car gets back on the road, i'm gonna blow the fuckin thing up.
I'm so damn aggravated right now. I just stood outside with a pry bar in my hand and i almost put it through the windshield. This has been one stressful day. Lets take it from the top:
Had to go to work because my last pay check was shorted 8 hours. Why in the fuck do i have to do this? Because my job sucks cock. I go in and talk to the HR chick...she's a fucking tard. She pulls out this print out of my hours, and i've worked 4 days this particular week, should've had 32 hours. I got paid for 25. I ask her "how many days did i work" she says "4", i say well how many hours a day do i work? She says 8. I say well can someone fuckin tell me what 8 times 4 is please!!!??? DUMBASS
Next, i had to drive to Tri County. It was 4pm. Need i say more?
Then i get home to find that my mom's BF got fired. Again. He's been laid off for months and finally got a shitty job and they let him go after a week. The job market is so shitty right now.
Then my mom brings over some crazy fuckin game thing for my son...which shouldn't piss me off but i'm already pissed and this thing is playing yankee dootle dandy and it's really getting on my damn nerves.
So then my fuckin car. You dump like almost 3k into a fucking car and it won't run. It ran fuckin awesome one day, then 3 days later the shit won't idle. I've been through the gauntlet with this thing trying to figure it out and i have no damn clue. I take a tip from someone and try pulling the belt off...maybe something is freezing up causing the engine to die. I go to start it...no fuckin spark. So i scratch my head like NOW WTF IS IT? I go in the house for an hour before i snap. I go back out and i unplugged the damn distributor earlier because i'm swapping it out tomorrow.
So i try the belt...still dies. Then it starts raining on me. At this point i would not be surprised if a flock of birds came over me and they all shit on me at the same time. Which, leads me to the point where i'm standing there in front of my car after putting the belt back on. I have a big pry bar in my hand and i'm looking at it....sitting there doing nothing....and i seriously had to stop myself from beating the shit out of this fuckin car.
On top of all that, i have a broken power steering line on the Merkur and a check engine light on my Jeep.
Would someone please just come kick me in the nuts? I'd seriously rather stomp on my own dick than deal with this shit anymore. When this car gets back on the road, i'm gonna blow the fuckin thing up.