Reversal of Fortune and Pissing off Fate...
OK, so yeah… I punked out. I missed a planned entry. Well, as it were, I had a temporary reversal of fortune. A reversal that was threatened already… But I will touch on that in a bit.
So I cannot stand my job. But why? Well, I sort of re-evaluated a lot today. Mind you I may change my mind by Sunday., but at this moment I have changed my mind about my job. That is the function I perform on a day to day basis. The job in general, when you lump in the general bullshit, the shitty pay, and the constant flux circling around me, still sucks!
So, I know… what the fuck happened? Well, on Monday I got a call from the office. Initially, my thoughts were that someone wanted to “follow-up” (code lingo for, we want to waste your time and get some information and additional minutia of detail that we need to burn someone). Later that evening I got another call. This time I answered it, because I knew if I did not I would get hounded all night more than likely. As it turned out, there was a problem to which someone had to attend. Therefore, schedules needed to be changed.
Now, my reversal of fortune, I am working the day shift for the next five days. Now how fucking sick is this? I am working over the weekend. Something I would never consider doing on general principal unless it was for something I was directly responsible. However, I have had such the seven month proverbial fucking, that this is the best fucking break I could get. I mean I got almost four days off, and I get to see my kids in the evening and sleep with my wife for well over a week without interruption and I score some over time.
Why did I reevaluate my job? Working the day shift is easier. I have all sorts of resources at my fingertips and I have management across the way from where we are located. Most folks who want to work nights do so to be away form management, and the bullshit of the day. Me, I thrive on that shit. And I work my best during the day. So a colleague of mine hits me up for some info on my position. She has been offered one of our new spots, which may allow me to move into days, but at any rate, she asked me if she should move from her current position into one of our spots. After she asked me, it occurred to me, what I really dislike is that I work nights, I don’t get differential pay and that I rarely get OT. Outside of that, if I worked days during the week I would be fine with it.
Now that cruel bitch Fate was fucking with me. As fortune took me under his wings for a few days, Fate said…” Oh no you don’t! I told you, you are MY bitch!” So today on the way home what happens… My car starts overheating. I cannot believe this shit. I could not be further in the sticks unless I were in Chatooga County and someone were yelling at me, “squeal like a pig!” So I pull over, there is a line of cars (I am pulled over on a two lane road with my car parked on a short gravel road next to an old wooden rusted barn that is about to fall over. On the other side of my car is one those wooden fences, fencing off a pasture.
So there I am, it’s hot, my car is steaming I have a pair of nicely shined Bostonians in the middle of this gravel road in the sticks and people are passing (this is how cool folks are in the south), asking if they can help. One lady tossed me a bottle of water. Keeping my cool, knowing my car, and having faith in it and Fortune, after a couple of stops for water and gently nursing my car, I made it home, defying that bitch Fate. She wants me, but not for anything good, at least, not yet. So what the fuck do I have to do for her?
Well, regardless, Fortune is with me this week. At least I hope he is… and hope he stays with me.
The weekend was pretty decent, I got a lot done. Mowed the lawn, took another mower to get fixed, took my son to one of his sporting events, watched my daughter and her little friend while Mimi went for a walk and took a shower. I cleaned our hot tub
BTW… If you know ANYTHING about Leisure Bay Spas, specifically one’s with the XTREME-TECH control pad, I need some HELP, so leave a comment or email me. I have somehow managed to lock the system and cannot set the temp, turn on the jets, etc… So is Fate fucking with me at home too? WTF is that all about, geez!
I got the car washed, made dinner a couple of times, and had fun with my family. Oh and Mimi, found she likes fucking in our converted garage with the doors open. I never realized how open it really was. My initial thought was that, it’s the garage, who will see us? As things unfolded, some gentle spanking on her ass, stripping her little plaid shirt and her short (very short) white blouse off her and me going down on her, I realized ummmm, that we were not far off the street. In reality it was very dicey. I think both of us realized it, and that made it even hotter.
Well, I need to close for the moment, and yeah I know I that description was little more than a tease, but I will expand upon our activities in the next day or so if she has not already.
So I cannot stand my job. But why? Well, I sort of re-evaluated a lot today. Mind you I may change my mind by Sunday., but at this moment I have changed my mind about my job. That is the function I perform on a day to day basis. The job in general, when you lump in the general bullshit, the shitty pay, and the constant flux circling around me, still sucks!
So, I know… what the fuck happened? Well, on Monday I got a call from the office. Initially, my thoughts were that someone wanted to “follow-up” (code lingo for, we want to waste your time and get some information and additional minutia of detail that we need to burn someone). Later that evening I got another call. This time I answered it, because I knew if I did not I would get hounded all night more than likely. As it turned out, there was a problem to which someone had to attend. Therefore, schedules needed to be changed.
Now, my reversal of fortune, I am working the day shift for the next five days. Now how fucking sick is this? I am working over the weekend. Something I would never consider doing on general principal unless it was for something I was directly responsible. However, I have had such the seven month proverbial fucking, that this is the best fucking break I could get. I mean I got almost four days off, and I get to see my kids in the evening and sleep with my wife for well over a week without interruption and I score some over time.
Why did I reevaluate my job? Working the day shift is easier. I have all sorts of resources at my fingertips and I have management across the way from where we are located. Most folks who want to work nights do so to be away form management, and the bullshit of the day. Me, I thrive on that shit. And I work my best during the day. So a colleague of mine hits me up for some info on my position. She has been offered one of our new spots, which may allow me to move into days, but at any rate, she asked me if she should move from her current position into one of our spots. After she asked me, it occurred to me, what I really dislike is that I work nights, I don’t get differential pay and that I rarely get OT. Outside of that, if I worked days during the week I would be fine with it.
Now that cruel bitch Fate was fucking with me. As fortune took me under his wings for a few days, Fate said…” Oh no you don’t! I told you, you are MY bitch!” So today on the way home what happens… My car starts overheating. I cannot believe this shit. I could not be further in the sticks unless I were in Chatooga County and someone were yelling at me, “squeal like a pig!” So I pull over, there is a line of cars (I am pulled over on a two lane road with my car parked on a short gravel road next to an old wooden rusted barn that is about to fall over. On the other side of my car is one those wooden fences, fencing off a pasture.
So there I am, it’s hot, my car is steaming I have a pair of nicely shined Bostonians in the middle of this gravel road in the sticks and people are passing (this is how cool folks are in the south), asking if they can help. One lady tossed me a bottle of water. Keeping my cool, knowing my car, and having faith in it and Fortune, after a couple of stops for water and gently nursing my car, I made it home, defying that bitch Fate. She wants me, but not for anything good, at least, not yet. So what the fuck do I have to do for her?
Well, regardless, Fortune is with me this week. At least I hope he is… and hope he stays with me.
The weekend was pretty decent, I got a lot done. Mowed the lawn, took another mower to get fixed, took my son to one of his sporting events, watched my daughter and her little friend while Mimi went for a walk and took a shower. I cleaned our hot tub
BTW… If you know ANYTHING about Leisure Bay Spas, specifically one’s with the XTREME-TECH control pad, I need some HELP, so leave a comment or email me. I have somehow managed to lock the system and cannot set the temp, turn on the jets, etc… So is Fate fucking with me at home too? WTF is that all about, geez!
I got the car washed, made dinner a couple of times, and had fun with my family. Oh and Mimi, found she likes fucking in our converted garage with the doors open. I never realized how open it really was. My initial thought was that, it’s the garage, who will see us? As things unfolded, some gentle spanking on her ass, stripping her little plaid shirt and her short (very short) white blouse off her and me going down on her, I realized ummmm, that we were not far off the street. In reality it was very dicey. I think both of us realized it, and that made it even hotter.
Well, I need to close for the moment, and yeah I know I that description was little more than a tease, but I will expand upon our activities in the next day or so if she has not already.
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