fuckeity fuck fuck fuck fuck
Well, when it's rains, it FUCKIN POURS. So, I get home from work last nite (in the morning, whatever, I get confused), my mom looks visually shaken and looks liek shes' been crying...turns out there is no power on upstairs, no telephone, no cable, no computers, and no dog. We had a helluva electrical storm that nite, apparently a close power pole or our house directly was struck, as teh three (four?) breakers for the upstrairs were tripped, reset those and all is fine up stairs...so, go out lookin for the dog. Drove around an adjoining neighbourhood, no dog. Damn. Comeback home...still no phone, and my computer won't fuckin come on. Finally I get the computer to come on, good. No phone, no cable. Turn on the TV to check to see what else got struck. No TV. FUCKIN-A, my TV was struck. Damnit...my SOny Wega flat screen...so..had to buy a new TV. Mine was a few years old, so I was able to get one that is a little better. Same size, flat screen, 2 a/v inputs, and an S-video input. That S-video makes my XBox look sweet...So while my Dad and I were out, we used payphones to call the cable and phone companies. Luckily, we were able to get the phones working (although two or three of them were zapped), and last nite the cable came back on, although not on one TV and we think that TV got zapped too. Lost my speakers on my computer...which means no music..I LIVE for my music on my computer...fuck. So, go to work last nite (oh yeah, no A/C upstairs either, so it's hotter then hell up here), get there, and have to start all kinds of daily checks on batts, jacks, and chargers. Damn, busy nite. So, right before late break (at 5am), one of teh nite su[ervisors for the warehouse asks me to come in at 9pm to change batts for the guys who will now come in at 9pm. That's an 11 hour shift...eh, I'll owrk it, cause it's money. So, get home, and who's waiting in the front yard? My dog! Woo-hoo! So, got the dog back, my computer works (although no sound), cable's good, tele is workin...but still no A/C. Then just about 10 mins ago, one of my supervisors that ALL temps have been let go...corporate is pullign the wallet strings and won't pay us. So that means I have no job. And those fuckin bastards did this in teh middle of the fuckin week....good damn, let me finish out the week and at least get another full paycheck. Bastards. But, all maynot be lost, as all shit will literaly hit the fan with out a dedicated battery changer (day or nite shift). The battery chagner (which has been blowing fuses that control the magnets) will break down, the batts won't get watered (which means they will get SUPER hot, 250°+ easy, and they will explode if they aren't watered), the jacks won't get watered, I"m tellin you, it will go downhill in a fuckin heartbeat...by Friday, it will be a total hellabaloo. So, if that happens, they will be all but forced to hire me back, but not as a temp, as a full tiem worker...which means actual money and not the chicken scratch I get now. So, who the hell knows. Right now, I'm kinda pissed...evidenced by teh rambling and excessive use of 'fuck'. Kinda a shame, I was going to start saving my money for a 64-67 Lincoln Continential convertible. Suede black, 20"s, shaved, bagged, killer tunes...that was my plan. So fuck it all.
