I hate mondays. This is a true story, no bs in this one.
Day started off ok, the job on the cnc that I wanted to have done by noon was finally done at two. Then it all went down hill. For so unknown reason a chip found it's way up under an insert, don't ask me how it just did. I ruined two $250 parts before finding the answer, after four hours of figuring and trying to correct the program. So I am a bit PO'd by time I leave work. Get home and find out the wifes brother has decided he won't take his mother after the grandson gets married this Saturday. We have been caring for her for over fourteen years and just asked (two months ago) if he could take her for three or four days so my brother and his wife (who are flying in on thursday) and the wife and I can have some time for us. He comes and takes her to breakfast every couple three or four months, actually just when he needs money from her, and lets her by breakfast for him and his wife. Guy is a real tard, 61 year old tard at that, has two retirement checks, on SS disability, and is work under the table for an attorney for $24 an hour, his mom gets about $340 a month from her teachers retirement pay. So after I kind of sooth a few feathers, and consider the pros and cons of shooting him and reject it as a waste of a bullet. Lots of boo hooing and hurt feelings for the wife, hurts me to see her hurt over a putz brother. So I decide it is a good time to retire to the reading room for a nice relaxing dump. Jobs done, two sheets left on the roll, reach for another roll, not to be, go for the backup roll under the sink, gone, pucker up and go to the cabinet, bingo, new roll installed and tested, then the big flush. Stand up and start to hitch up my britches and my truck key and remote fall out of my belt and into the gurgling white key stealing sonofabeach. Get tools out take toilet of floor just in case they got hung up, nope, fish the pipe with a grabber, nope, go to the clean out, dig it up and have the wife flush as I watch to trap said keys on the way by, nope, give up as bad idea. Get in the t-bird and drive 20 miles to town to get new wax ring, 4" clean out (the old one kind of broke) and a new key. Dope cuts an all steel key despite me showing him the key I wanted on the board, "Oh this one is a dollar cheaper", another putz. Get home with the wax ring and install it, strained my berries holding the toilet up while lining up them dang little zig zagging running around studs, finally get it installed. Flushes just fine. Go out side to put the new 4" clean out down and find out it is for a 4"ID not a 4" OD, guess it goes back with the retarded looking key. It is dark thirty by now, I am completely whipped, got a hamburger patty and cold beans for dinner, and only one ***** Medello left.
Now all I have to do is get the stuff swapped out tommorrow and dig the lid off the septic tank and go magnet fishing for the remote and key.
If your day sucked worse than mine you truly have my simpathy.
PUTT
:rant:
Day started off ok, the job on the cnc that I wanted to have done by noon was finally done at two. Then it all went down hill. For so unknown reason a chip found it's way up under an insert, don't ask me how it just did. I ruined two $250 parts before finding the answer, after four hours of figuring and trying to correct the program. So I am a bit PO'd by time I leave work. Get home and find out the wifes brother has decided he won't take his mother after the grandson gets married this Saturday. We have been caring for her for over fourteen years and just asked (two months ago) if he could take her for three or four days so my brother and his wife (who are flying in on thursday) and the wife and I can have some time for us. He comes and takes her to breakfast every couple three or four months, actually just when he needs money from her, and lets her by breakfast for him and his wife. Guy is a real tard, 61 year old tard at that, has two retirement checks, on SS disability, and is work under the table for an attorney for $24 an hour, his mom gets about $340 a month from her teachers retirement pay. So after I kind of sooth a few feathers, and consider the pros and cons of shooting him and reject it as a waste of a bullet. Lots of boo hooing and hurt feelings for the wife, hurts me to see her hurt over a putz brother. So I decide it is a good time to retire to the reading room for a nice relaxing dump. Jobs done, two sheets left on the roll, reach for another roll, not to be, go for the backup roll under the sink, gone, pucker up and go to the cabinet, bingo, new roll installed and tested, then the big flush. Stand up and start to hitch up my britches and my truck key and remote fall out of my belt and into the gurgling white key stealing sonofabeach. Get tools out take toilet of floor just in case they got hung up, nope, fish the pipe with a grabber, nope, go to the clean out, dig it up and have the wife flush as I watch to trap said keys on the way by, nope, give up as bad idea. Get in the t-bird and drive 20 miles to town to get new wax ring, 4" clean out (the old one kind of broke) and a new key. Dope cuts an all steel key despite me showing him the key I wanted on the board, "Oh this one is a dollar cheaper", another putz. Get home with the wax ring and install it, strained my berries holding the toilet up while lining up them dang little zig zagging running around studs, finally get it installed. Flushes just fine. Go out side to put the new 4" clean out down and find out it is for a 4"ID not a 4" OD, guess it goes back with the retarded looking key. It is dark thirty by now, I am completely whipped, got a hamburger patty and cold beans for dinner, and only one ***** Medello left.
Now all I have to do is get the stuff swapped out tommorrow and dig the lid off the septic tank and go magnet fishing for the remote and key.
If your day sucked worse than mine you truly have my simpathy.
PUTT
:rant: 
