Friday, August 7, 2009

Ya Know What Pisses Me Off?

So, you are an oleunemployedconstructionworker trying to make ends meet and keep my 14 year old daughter in her unlimited Metro PCS cell phone and the latest fashions.

As a result, you will take pretty much any Manuel Labor job just to make ends meet.

Spent most of the day building a wall inside the kitchen of an "A" frame home down towards the lighthouse located city the publisher of this blog likes so much.

Well, after a couple trips to the big box retailer of home improvement supplies, I finally finished up this project.

As the olestationbus is getting a chemical high during its repaint this week, I was driving my black oleragtop, yeah I know, Florida, August, black cars, convertibles, yeah, I have heard it all but anyway, the goodrealtor strokes that check and I head over to the bank to deposit it, no, not this bank, but the one servicing all of America, to deposit this four party, Kuwaiti based check.

So I am queued up in that line of automobiles, trying to put that drive in bank teller into the same position as this oleunemployedconstructionworker, waiting on the moron in front of me to complete her transaction.

How do I know she is a moron?

I am sitting behind her, in an open black, open roofed automobile, sweating my ass off, and she can't pull twenty feet forward to put her money away and get herself gathered up to head out to A1A.

No, she spends, and I timed it on my trusty cell phone, 2:42 minutes getting her shit together while I am sweating my ass off, trying to deposit my measly earnings for the day.

Thanks Bitch!!

And thanks to the Complaint Department Manager for allowing me to have the outlet to finally, complain about something.

But just know, I still possess the ability to

Celebrate Life.

2 comments:

Complaint Department Manager said...

As long as you feel better, no thanks needed. A bit theraputic, wouldn't you say?

longrooffan said...

Yes it is CDM, yes it is.