Fantastic job, both are gashed and damaged. I talk with the store manager and he says he’ll try and help but is stand-off-ish on the phone. Can’t wait to go in at 7AM tomorrow and argue.

… Bow

I had essentially this conversation with a sort of high level guy at my work today.  Part by voicemail, part by email, but if it were an actual conversation I’m sure it would have gone exactly like this.  For purposes of this posting, we’ll call him “Lumberg”
Lumberg: “I need this done for Start Of Business tomorrow.”
Me: “You mean Monday.”
Lumberg: “No tomorrow.”
Me: “Well, it’s Saturday 3p making tomorrow Sunday, so you must mean Monday not tomorrow because today is Saturday and there is no ‘Start Of Business’ on Sunday.”
Guy: “No, no – me and some of the higher ups of the company are meeting with the customer tomorrow.”
Me: “On Sunday?”
Lumberg: “On Sunday.”
Me: “….?”
Lumberg: “Yeah we’re gonna need you to work on Saturday… Yeaaah…. And about the cover sheets on your TPS reports…”
Me: “….!?!?!?!”
Lumberg: “Yeaaaaaah…”

Then around 10:30, I saw on my phone that i had missed calls since 10:00 about dailing in again about another related issue.  So again reluctantly I called in.  They asked for changes to the work I had done.  No one was talking timeline so I specifically asked.  They wanted it developed, tested, and in production for 8am this morning.  BOW.

So I did the development.  But because this was so last minute, all the people who normally do the migrations from the dev to test environments weren’t around.  Cause they’re sane people and were sleeping at 1:00 am when I completed the work.

So now it’s past 8am, it’s stuck in dev and I haven’t even heard anything back from management about the effect of this not being in or how critical it is to our customer or any crap like that.

Fuck You Project Bob Evans.  Fuck You.

I need a new job.  Bow.

And BOW the economy.

BOW!!!!!

Hate thoese commercials…

So, this actually happened a couple of weeks ago.  I drive up to the parking garage and theres a truck stopped right in front of the only entrance.  While waiting I see the driver walk past me and I look at him and he looks right at me.  He doesn’t indicate in any sort of manner that he’s going to move any time soon.  Now, the truck isn’t right up against where the curb would be, it’s a few feet away.  I think to myself, “I think I can squeeze through.”  There was just enough space, minus the rearview mirror.  On either side of the garage entrance guess how many cars were there. ZERO.

BOW!!!!!!!!!!!

2.  Circles

Circles are bow to begin with, but at least people in NJ know how to navigate them.  They usually do what my uncle does, don’t make eye contact and just keep driving.  It’s a good technique that works.  So, I drive through the only circle in Michigan on my way home and I swear Michigan drivers have no idea what to do.  I would imagine this is what goes through their head.

Average Michigan driver: “Oh my god, a circle, I have no idea what to do. Oh wait, maybe if I drive 5 miles an hour in between the two lanes.”

Me, stuck behind the genius driver: “DRIVE A-HOLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

BOW!!!!

3. Gloves

The other week I left my gloves in my coat.  The coat that I left at home because I didn’t want to take it back to Michigan.  The other day the temp was in the 20’s and my hands were cold.  To remedy the situation I went to the store.  I’m looking around where they should have gloves and what do I find.  NO GLOVES.  In fact I didn’t see any kind of winter clothes at all.  This is in a state where the average temp is about 3.5 degrees.

BOW!!!!!!!!!!!

So I had lunch with a friend at this diner yesterday (not the club) and the parking lot is TERRIBLE.

So I drive my car to what seemed like the nearest possible exit.  NO LEFT TURN.  BOW.  So I turn right. The complete opposite direction from the one I want to be going.  BOW.  So I make the first right I can and am forced to drive all the way over to the other side of the world due to an impenetrable barrier which might as well be a wall of fire cause you can’t drive over that shit.  BOW.  I drive around the wall of fire and make my way around to the next possible left turn entrance to the road that will take me out of the parking lot.  That’s when a big ass 18 wheeler comes plowing through at mach three, killing all small rodents, cats, and unattended children in its path (not bow on the cat thing, but…) BOW.  I finally make the left and happy happy joy joy I’m out to the main road.  At this point I realize my dining companion who is obviously much smarter than me had avoided the no left turn and the wall of fire at the other end of the world by simply driving a straight around path and was in the car ahead of me – even after leaving like 10 minutes after me and saving the world via conference call sitting in the car in the parking lot of despair.

All of this is clearly illustrated above, as you can see.  The path of my car is in blue.  The path of the smarter person’s car is in pink.  Diner Not Club at the top left.  Wall of fire, big ass truck… yep it’s all there.

BOW.

FIFTY DAYS!

BOW!

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