June 22, 2011
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all right, up at 7:30am. barefoot pooperdog walk before it gets too hot outside, then off to McDonalds for a no. 6 and a black coffee, then to the junkyard where they had ordered a new front quarter panel for my little truck last Wednesday (this was after much contemplation on whether I should even bother with a new panel). last week Wednesday, they told me it would be ready for pick-up (pun?) on Thursday after 10am, Thursday (noon) they tell me it hadn't come in (ok, well...I'll wait), today (one week later), I stop in and it's the same routine, she shuffles thru an endless amount of orders on the table, but this time she calls (someone) and explains that it isn't in yet. just then, I said "forget this!" and walked out...if they can't deliver something from Grand Rabbits to Holland (a half an hours drive away)within a week, they've done lost a customer. the place is called LKQ they're supposed to be a nationwide chain that deals in new, used, and after market discount car parts (if you want to boycott them with me
). they've made my shit list (which includes the likes of Sears, Best Buy, and Burger King...). after that, I hit my local food store and pick up a steering wheel cover, and some car wax, but by the time I get home, it's pretty damn overcast. ok. I'll drink a beer and contemplate whether I'll get caught in the rain waxing my truck or not. I go for it. I start on the drivers door, then move to the back drivers box panel. that's when it started pouring like a mug. the minute I get the wax off, fire up the 'puter, and start writing out here on the porch, the sun breaks out again. let's see if I can get another panel done. it looks like the rain is already dried from the sun...wish me luck!some 20 minutes later: I get my hood waxed and quarter panel 1/2 done (yeah, the crunched one's gotta look shiny too!
), it went from clear blue sky back to a mild rain...now as I type, the blue is coming back. it's as if the god of rain is looking down and saying "let'er drop" just after a good wax haze has been applied. I'll try again in a minute. maybe I'll get this thing waxed completely? no hurries. I got plenty of beer and lots of patience...later yet: I'm able to finish the whole truck, but just as I'm backing it out of my lawn (I like to wash and wax my bomber in the yard), it starts pouring again. goofy day! it doesn't know what it wants to do...oh well. my once a year wax job is done, maybe I'll clean the wood-panel submarine while it rains, or just hang out here on the porch, with an old dog, and a beer, and think about what else to type about the four days (or so) that it's been since I've written an entry. 'k. lemme think...
Rolph gets in trouble (at the stalag)...someone finally turns his ass in for harassment. he's a bit nervous on Saturday for pissin' off yet another. he's sure he'll get another reprimand. I haven't heard anything since, so I guess that person didn't squawk. of course, he thinks anyone who turns him in is a big baby (one of many bully tactic responses). I'm thinkin' it won't be long before he hangs himself. so, as I'm talkin' to him the other day, I realize what really bothers me about him. he doesn't blink. I'll be talking to him for 10 minutes and not a single blink. weird. maybe he's an iguana? maybe it's the result of the narcotics he's taking for the gallbladder surgery pain? whatever it is, it's weird. anyway. we had a lot of peeps missing this week, but do ok on the skeleton crew we have.
whoa...battery's low. hit save, and plug 'er back in...
...even later yet: I write a nasty e-mail to LKQ to let them know how pissed I am about waiting for a car part for a week, when it should have only been a day (at the most). I'm thinkin' It'll prob'ly take them a week to respond
. someone drops off a bag of kibbles and bits on my porch whilst I'm giving the dog a walk. I fill her bowl with it, then minutes later, she whines as if something is horribly wrong. I'm petting her, and reassuring her everything's ok. she starts doing the dog vomit thing over her pillow, but instead belches loud about 3 times rather than vomiting. I can only guess that she snarfed a bunch of air in while she was eating this new food. she seemed fine after said belches. I didn't know dogs could burp~! funny shizz!!
'across the way Jay' stops by half loaded. we catch up on some shit, then he splits once his arsenal of alcohol is gone (he brings 2 beers and a glass of something purple with him). I offer him some Mexican beer (Miller Lite), he says he'll be back....
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