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Think you had a crappy weekend? Worse than mine? CONTEST!!
- Thread starter Daniel Koster
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:yawn:Hmmm............
let`s see, on friday I was up to take the GMAT test on which I`m putting all my future professional and personal expectations, I have studied for months, and expected to ace it.......so gueww what??? I woke up with a spliting migraine, had to take around 1500 grmas of acetaminophen and cafeine pills!! ended up all drugged up and flunk it!!!
Now I don`t know what`s going to happen with my life and my future. I doubt I will be able to get into the masters I was going to use to move out of my country (things are kinda tough in here right now) and therefore all my work plans for the next 5-8 years are dead.
Bad enough???
Ohh, And I ended up all weekend in bed with the flu.
By the way, I`m kinda pissddddfeswf&·$%· off
let`s see, on friday I was up to take the GMAT test on which I`m putting all my future professional and personal expectations, I have studied for months, and expected to ace it.......so gueww what??? I woke up with a spliting migraine, had to take around 1500 grmas of acetaminophen and cafeine pills!! ended up all drugged up and flunk it!!!
Now I don`t know what`s going to happen with my life and my future. I doubt I will be able to get into the masters I was going to use to move out of my country (things are kinda tough in here right now) and therefore all my work plans for the next 5-8 years are dead.
Bad enough???
Ohh, And I ended up all weekend in bed with the flu.
By the way, I`m kinda pissddddfeswf&·$%· off
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this isnt the way to look at it! everybody has bad weekends, but maybe next friday it might be better. I didn't leave this house all weekend, and the drizzly weather makes me sad, but then again, I ordered some 1095 and some O1, so that will make one of my weekends better! Keep your heads up!
cheers!
cheers!
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Truer words hath never been spoke. A sacrifice is in order then: anyone got a goat? Or maybe like some Moras we could toss in a fire?
Though we could off the goat with one of Dan's blades, that'd be a twist.
had a great weekend - reading some of the previous, I wonder now if mine was all that bad, however. We had inventory last Wednesday which consequently spilled over into Thursday. I had a full mailbox on my blackberry and a constant barrage of phone calls all day friday with a backup that lasted into friday evening. Migraine headache that started about 3:00pm that Friday and lasted all weekend until today - I am just now seeing the end of it. Wife went off to the big city to shop with a friend, leaving a list of honeydews as well as the usual household chores that she naturally expected to be finished by the time she got home. Daughter had a friend over all weekend long which curtailed my usual attaire. Son called Saturday afternoon to let me know that he and a friend had been robbed at gun point Saturday morning - he was walking her home. Bought a new tv and dvd - spent all day Saturday trying to get the dvd player to work - finally gave up and called the shop - still a no go. Spent all afternoon Sunday working on quotes that did not get done on Friday. Also did expence accounts - 4 - none of which would total out correctly. Flat tire on the truck Saturday morning. Got to change it. In the rain. 40 degrees out. yuck
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Contest over.
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Unfortunately for me, someone, long ago, invented the alarm clock. This was the mechinism, by which I was rousted from a deep sleep, early on Saturday morning. That was the beginning of my spiraling demise of a day. After showering, and doing the regular morning regime of making tea, and trying to get dressed while watching the weather, and looking for odds and ends of needed attire, I climbed into my car and drove to my workplace. After parking my Buick, I slowly walked in the building, with little enthusiasum for the day ahead. Going to my desk, which in fact is no more than a small table one might find in the basement of a church, that coffee and doughnuts might be served on., I picked up a printed copy of my days work. My boss had printed it out the night before, and left it for me. Going out the door, I went to my work truck, opened the door and jumped in. Quickly, as it was very cold out,I turned the ignition key forward to get the glow plugs warm before starting the exceptionaly loud diesel engine. No dice. The damn thing wouldn't even turn over. The battery didn't seem dead, but the motor would not crank an inch. I have a telephone number that apparently rings at a place where they don't have the slightest clue as to where I am located. By the sound of the people who answer, they are in the United States. But thats all I can ascertain by their slightly midwest, sometimes slightly southern accents. I reported my trouble to the rather pleasent girl who was taking my report. She put me on hold for several minutes , and came back to me with the assurance, that help was on the way.
"The tow truck should be there in forty five minutes", she advised me, "have a nice day."
"You too," I said, trying to be nice. After about an hour of waiting in the frigid garage, watching all the other guys leave, one by one, I heard the horn of a large truck, blowing at the far end overhead bay. I got out my truck and walked down to the opposite end of the large building, to open the door to let in the tow truck. After another forty five minutes of attempting to jump start my truck, complete with banging my starter with a three pound sledge hammer, it was determined that the starter was not functioning, and would need replacing. The tow truck driver assured me this was the case, and anyone who makes a living crawling under dirty automobiles to bang on starters with sledge hammers, is an authority on these matters, in my opinion. The driver had me sign a bill, and quickly left, for another emergency. Alone again, I now searched for another truck to use. When I found an unlocked truck,as many guys lock their vehicles on the weekends, even though they are not supposed to, I drove it over near my broken down heap. After about a half hour, I had transferred my tools and the equipment I needed into the borrowed truck. I left for my first job, after a two hour period in the garage.On arrival at the custumers premises I parked the truck in a large parking area, aparently shared by two multi family houses. After a half hour of going over the work we were to perform, it was determined that the landlord would not allow the work,that the customer wanted. No skin off my teeth, I went back to my parked truck, and turned the key to start the ignition. To my horror, the truck would not start. No, this can't be happening, I thought. But the reality that I would have to call the trouble in on another vehicle, was becoming very clear. Repeating the procedure I had already done earlier, I waited for the tow truck again. The same tow company, but a differant guy came this time. Only a half hour wait this time. The driver managed to get my borrowed truck started this time. Not to bad I guess, maybe my luck was changing. but it was still before noon. I called my dispatch center and picked up another job. A trouble this time. With a thirty to forty mile per hour wind, I nearly froze my fingers off, up in the bucket on my truck. As I looked down at passing traffic, I could see the looks of passing motorist. Their expressions were a mixture of sympathy, and relief, that they were not twenty five feet in the air with the wind howling, and frostbite almost a surety. After eating lunch, at a local Brazilian restaurant, I went to my third, and final job. Coming up the stairs of a huge multi family residence, I soon realized that there were three doorbells. Apartment number one through three. My problem was that my custumer was supposed to be in apartment four. I went back to my truck and found the custumers telephone number. I dialed the number and got a voice reecording which is very comman these days. Without access to the custumer, I started the truck and pulled away from the curb. As the vehicle moved forward, I heard a horrible grating noise. The passanger side mirror caught the side of a pole and crunched toward the window of the truck. The glass broke, the mirror bracket broke off from the side of the door, leaving a good sized dent below where the window used to be.
"Oh shit!" I shouted, and it really didn't matter, as nobody else was around to hear me. I got away from the pole, and drove back to the garage. Not only had I had an accident in a company vehicle, but it wasn't my truck to begin with. That is what you call shit luck. I can only blame myself, or maybe it was fate. Or maybe the fault lies with the damn fool who invented the alarm clock, to begin with.
"The tow truck should be there in forty five minutes", she advised me, "have a nice day."
"You too," I said, trying to be nice. After about an hour of waiting in the frigid garage, watching all the other guys leave, one by one, I heard the horn of a large truck, blowing at the far end overhead bay. I got out my truck and walked down to the opposite end of the large building, to open the door to let in the tow truck. After another forty five minutes of attempting to jump start my truck, complete with banging my starter with a three pound sledge hammer, it was determined that the starter was not functioning, and would need replacing. The tow truck driver assured me this was the case, and anyone who makes a living crawling under dirty automobiles to bang on starters with sledge hammers, is an authority on these matters, in my opinion. The driver had me sign a bill, and quickly left, for another emergency. Alone again, I now searched for another truck to use. When I found an unlocked truck,as many guys lock their vehicles on the weekends, even though they are not supposed to, I drove it over near my broken down heap. After about a half hour, I had transferred my tools and the equipment I needed into the borrowed truck. I left for my first job, after a two hour period in the garage.On arrival at the custumers premises I parked the truck in a large parking area, aparently shared by two multi family houses. After a half hour of going over the work we were to perform, it was determined that the landlord would not allow the work,that the customer wanted. No skin off my teeth, I went back to my parked truck, and turned the key to start the ignition. To my horror, the truck would not start. No, this can't be happening, I thought. But the reality that I would have to call the trouble in on another vehicle, was becoming very clear. Repeating the procedure I had already done earlier, I waited for the tow truck again. The same tow company, but a differant guy came this time. Only a half hour wait this time. The driver managed to get my borrowed truck started this time. Not to bad I guess, maybe my luck was changing. but it was still before noon. I called my dispatch center and picked up another job. A trouble this time. With a thirty to forty mile per hour wind, I nearly froze my fingers off, up in the bucket on my truck. As I looked down at passing traffic, I could see the looks of passing motorist. Their expressions were a mixture of sympathy, and relief, that they were not twenty five feet in the air with the wind howling, and frostbite almost a surety. After eating lunch, at a local Brazilian restaurant, I went to my third, and final job. Coming up the stairs of a huge multi family residence, I soon realized that there were three doorbells. Apartment number one through three. My problem was that my custumer was supposed to be in apartment four. I went back to my truck and found the custumers telephone number. I dialed the number and got a voice reecording which is very comman these days. Without access to the custumer, I started the truck and pulled away from the curb. As the vehicle moved forward, I heard a horrible grating noise. The passanger side mirror caught the side of a pole and crunched toward the window of the truck. The glass broke, the mirror bracket broke off from the side of the door, leaving a good sized dent below where the window used to be.
"Oh shit!" I shouted, and it really didn't matter, as nobody else was around to hear me. I got away from the pole, and drove back to the garage. Not only had I had an accident in a company vehicle, but it wasn't my truck to begin with. That is what you call shit luck. I can only blame myself, or maybe it was fate. Or maybe the fault lies with the damn fool who invented the alarm clock, to begin with.
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ok, dan, I have one for you.
sunday morning after work, I walk out to my icebound car, get in, and it will not start. it's bitterly cold, I'm not at home, and I have someplace to be in a few hours. car won't jump, stuck at work, finally give up and take one of the work trucks home.
go into my house and blow my nose, nose starts bleeding. nose continues bleeding for around six hours, alternating between the flood of noah and a light drizzle, but not stopping entirely. in the course of this, much blood is swallowed.
finally get it stopped, go to have dinner with some friend, and am forced to leave early because I'm suddenly going to be violently ill because of all the blood I swallowed. take care of the, but all night at work I'm nauseated and have diaharrea the consistency of coffee grounds because of the blood. party time!
sunday morning after work, I walk out to my icebound car, get in, and it will not start. it's bitterly cold, I'm not at home, and I have someplace to be in a few hours. car won't jump, stuck at work, finally give up and take one of the work trucks home.
go into my house and blow my nose, nose starts bleeding. nose continues bleeding for around six hours, alternating between the flood of noah and a light drizzle, but not stopping entirely. in the course of this, much blood is swallowed.
finally get it stopped, go to have dinner with some friend, and am forced to leave early because I'm suddenly going to be violently ill because of all the blood I swallowed. take care of the, but all night at work I'm nauseated and have diaharrea the consistency of coffee grounds because of the blood. party time!
ouch. You don't need a knife. You need a 60oz.
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I was going to post my week-end but did not for two reasons.
I don't want to remember it, it will happen again next week-end.
And two...
Someone, somewhere always has it worse.
My condolences for your loss.
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I got all 4 wisdom teeth pulled on Friday, 2 impacted. Surgery went smooth but I couldn't handle the Norco and puked all night washing away the clots in my tooth voids twice. I then worked the weekend on Ibuprofen and found out I have to work Christmas Day. Oh yeah, and I don't get additional pay seeing how it can come with the territory in my industry (fine dining) even though it rarely does. We're the only open gig in town that day now.
Edited to add: After reading the bunch I don't feel I compare to a couple.
Edited to add: After reading the bunch I don't feel I compare to a couple.
Could't have said it better. Prayers, John B.