September 11, 2012
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Brian borrows my phone the other day, openly mocking it's stone age dis-functionality and saying he likes when it beeps when you press the numbers, then dials his fancy smart phone provider to completely rip on 'em about his crappy phone and bad service
. I laugh at the guys silly logic often. another example is "I know there's a god, there's proof! they found Noah's Ark!" hahah....!! silly man-boy! anyway, he runs my phones minutes down to about 2 left. I hit the phone's web-page to re-up more air time, but the webpage is down for maintenance
, so I'm stuck with two minutes to burn to call the mechanic with. I jump in the shrimpy truck and head down there instead (my favorite beer store is just around the corner, and I do have the night off, so, what the hell?!). long story, longer; the mechanic tells me that whoever worked on my car last didn't do a damn thing that was printed on the invoice (sound familiar?...I was wondering if the dealer had even opened my hood back when they charged me for my deductible). I tell him to ignore what they did (or didn't do), and fix it...he tells me either it's the mass air flow [what's-it] or bad wiring to said [what's-it]. he'll call today on an estimate. once home I notice the phone's website is up, so I order me a good 400 minutes ($39), and using the phone as little as I do, that ought to last a good 5 months.
we got your typical "if you guys get 850 [in this case] parts within 8 hours, we'll work an 8 hour day for the rest of the week. we make about 820 some mostly due to machine downtime
. the good news is that it used to be "we must make 1050 (bumped up to 1150) per day..." no matter how long it takes, so it must be Dodge Ram sales are finally slowing down. so I figure we'll be working 10's for the week. I get a couple 'missed calls' on my phone (checking because my car is still at the mechanics). a voice mail is my mechanic with a question, and another (surprisingly) is the stalag, saying our line doesn't have to show up for last night, due to some packaging issues. AWESOME! so, I wash and wax my shrimpy truck, whilst drowning in some pumpkin ale (mmmmmmmmmmms!). Mark (dude from my shift) stops by (on his way to the golf course) to make sure that I'm aware of the day off (he knows how little I pay attention to my phone...and if not for the whole car being at the mechanic thang, I might indeed have missed it). I watch Monday Night Football thru mostly closed eyes and snores, but wake up to watch the second game's last half (the Raiders were gettin' killed by the Chargers), followed by a moon lit barefoot pooperdog walk. crashing for a bit, then start today off with another walk. the ol' girl has moments of puppy dog enthusiasm mixed in with her bouts of old age. this mornings walk was very much a puppy version...she's since slept the hours away like the snoring old lady usually does
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my cool next door neighbors, in the trailer directly to my east, suddenly (and without warning) move out! just a single couple in their 30's. they were the coolest and quietest. their dogs were a bit noisy, but dogs will be dogs. here's hopin' whoever moves in next will be just as laid back. my luck it'll be a family of 9 loud and rude rug-rats
[news at 11]
there! now both vehicles are gleaming of Carnoba wax in all their forest green goodness
. I take pictures because next week they'll be back to their normal dirt bomb state
also, a pic of Squab' and Rosie hangin' on for dear life as the wood-panel submarine dives...
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