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Wow, I was just lazy yesterday. And how did I double post?
I think I have a good one today. A rant worthy of the term. A guy at work is getting on my nerves.. I mean, there's always that one person that gets on your nerves but he seems to be doing it on purpose, especially since I first told him he was getting on my nerves.. hmm. Enough about that.. but lesse..
Oh, I almost got my a$$ whooped at work.. well, at the club (the one that's owned by the ppl I work for). I went over there because it was just next door and saw a girl that I hadn't seen in forever! I've known her since we were 8, she moved to Steel, Missouri one year when I had to go to a different Jr. High, and the last time I saw her I think we were both 15. 8 years ago.. and <whistles> she was looking /good/! I bought her a drink, she bought me one, we exchanged numbers and I plan to call her next week. That's awesome, and.. oh yeah, the ass whooping part. So I spent 4 hours at the club (when intending to spend an hour at the *most*) and I got ready to leave. In the time it took me to get from the bar to my car, there was a crowd of a few people gathered outside and one dude bigger than everybody else (by FAR) was at one end screaming at everybody, cursing and threatening them and claiming sexual acts with their mothers. I had to get involved cuz, well, I work for the people and he didn't pay his tab. I stayed back for a few moments trying to figure out what was really going on as the bouncers (heh - they get PAID to take a hit) were trying to get him in the car and for his friend to take him home. While they were talking to his friend, the guy came clomping towards me (As best he could; he was huge, I tell you!) yelling at someone else and I just said something along the lines of, "Hey, man, get in your car and go on home, you don't want to start any shit here cuz there's a cop over there and you need to calm down."
I think I have a good one today. A rant worthy of the term. A guy at work is getting on my nerves.. I mean, there's always that one person that gets on your nerves but he seems to be doing it on purpose, especially since I first told him he was getting on my nerves.. hmm. Enough about that.. but lesse..
Oh, I almost got my a$$ whooped at work.. well, at the club (the one that's owned by the ppl I work for). I went over there because it was just next door and saw a girl that I hadn't seen in forever! I've known her since we were 8, she moved to Steel, Missouri one year when I had to go to a different Jr. High, and the last time I saw her I think we were both 15. 8 years ago.. and <whistles> she was looking /good/! I bought her a drink, she bought me one, we exchanged numbers and I plan to call her next week. That's awesome, and.. oh yeah, the ass whooping part. So I spent 4 hours at the club (when intending to spend an hour at the *most*) and I got ready to leave. In the time it took me to get from the bar to my car, there was a crowd of a few people gathered outside and one dude bigger than everybody else (by FAR) was at one end screaming at everybody, cursing and threatening them and claiming sexual acts with their mothers. I had to get involved cuz, well, I work for the people and he didn't pay his tab. I stayed back for a few moments trying to figure out what was really going on as the bouncers (heh - they get PAID to take a hit) were trying to get him in the car and for his friend to take him home. While they were talking to his friend, the guy came clomping towards me (As best he could; he was huge, I tell you!) yelling at someone else and I just said something along the lines of, "Hey, man, get in your car and go on home, you don't want to start any shit here cuz there's a cop over there and you need to calm down."
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Random Rant 082804 (Pt2)
Fri, August 27, 2004 - 11:56 PMWhoops. (You ever notice how my rants sometimes come out like stories? 9_9)
I told him to calm down, etc, etc and one of the other bouncers had swayed his attention to the two of us talking and had come back over. After what I said, he told the other bouncer, "I'm about to hit this m0+#3r|=Uc|<3R!" to which I replied, "Pssht, I wish you would."
... heehee. He swung at me. At least, he tried but I think the momentum of his fist-as-big-as-my-head flung him over onto the ground right after I stepped aside. He wasn't like.. M.Honda from Street Fighter w/ the 100 Hand Slap or anything (whatever, I probably got all that wrong except for the SF part). The other bouncers pounced on top of him and said, "[heclec]! You're not helping! Get the |=uc|< outta here!" and I got back in my car that was already started and went home.
Came home drunk, went to sleep after, heh, telling a couple of people about that because I thought it was hilarious.
Sooo, today. I got up at 10 cuz when I left work I didn't get the chance to ask anybody when I should come in the next day. Usually it's either 11a or 5p so logically I call at 10a. They didn't need me until.. 7p? That's when they wanted me in yesterday, too but it's still kinda weird. I don't go back to bed even though I was sorta - heh - still drunk and after going to bed at 3a. Get a call from my dad. Says he's at the school to pick up my 13yr old sister (to take her to her grammas that lives not too far into another state because, well, that's his business :) ) and he can't get the car to start. My gramma's car. He thinks it's just the battery because he said it happened once already that morning. I went to try to boost him off (twice, two different cars, two different sets of jumper cables. I have no idea why we did all that) and we determined it was.. the Alternator!! Oh, that's focking terrific! An actual part that has to be replaced. A $200 dollar part. Shitty.
So, my dad made other arrangments to get to his job interview or whatever it was (in another town) because he was already running late and I nominated myself to take my lil'sis to her grammas. I take her there, I come back. Fairly painless. Oh, some time was killed in there somewhere while my gramma took my dad in my car to aide him in /making/ his "other arrangments." By the time I got back it was 3p or so.. 4hrs 'til worktime. I shower and.. get a call from my older sister. (Not older than me, but older than the other one.)
Damn, I'm getting drunk off this Rolling Rock.........
At 5p (two hours til work) I went to a place that was 45 mins away to help my sister change a flat tire because she's retarded and/or pregnant and not capable and/or too stupid to manage it herself. I called her on my cell and told her to call me if either she got someone to help her or if she found out where she was (btw, she didn't know where she was, and *I* didn't know my way around that town!). You know, she asks someone, I ask someone, and we're good. lol
45 mins there, 45 mins back and 15 mins to change a tire means that after I got on the interstate and into town then I was just! on! time! for work. (What a difference going 80 on the interstate makes.)
THAT GUY CONTINUED TO PISS ME OFF AT WORK. Then some shit happened after work and HE CONTINUED TO PISS ME OFF and I told my boss, his wife, their son(s) about it, as sensibly as possible. Then, I grabbed a 6 pack of Rolling Rock on the way home from the club (this time, I did only stay there for an hour) and as I type this I have consumed almost all of the beers as I sat here naked (screw you, I was wet from washing dishes at work; besides, you wanted to know or you wouldn't have gotten this far). I'm going to watch MadTV, drink the last one and maybe play Beyond Good and Evil on Gamecube before I go to bed. Or maybe... tomorrow... after I've gone to bed.
