Gotta vent.

[LA_phantom_240]

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK
Today has sucked big donkey penis. BIG FUCKING DONKEY SCHLONG! Get up this morning in a bad mood, cause me and my girlfriend got into an argument last night, but I take my shower and head to work. On my way I get a call from my dad asking if I can stop by my sister's place and try to figure out what's wrong with her house's A/C. So I go and crawl around in a tiny space, and burn up in the attic before I find out what's wrong, meanwhile my girlfriend and I are talking about last night, and she doesn't want to talk to me like a civilized individual cause she's a girl and girls are always right ( as most of you know already )... so I just say fuck it and head to work, still arguing with her. So I get there and there isn't SHIT going on in the shop, so I get sent to our other yard to help move a crane pedestal, and sweep up a SHIT TON of sand that was used to blast said pedestal. Meanwhile, my girlfriend has shut up, not a single text coming from her. The other guys working by me are pissing me off, talking shit about my 240, yadda yadda... Finally lunch time comes around, and it seems as though my 240 (which is low as fuck) is stuck in a rut in the gravel where I parked, so I wait for the guys around me to leave, then I punch the fuck out of it and throw rocks everywhere getting out. No damage to anything around, but a decent cloud of dust. No texts from the GF. I'm so pissed at this point, I don't even eat lunch. Come back to work and apparently someone called the cops cause they came by when I was gone, but never talked to me... SO fast forward to about 4 o'clock, I'm told to pick up a pressure washer we had rented from the second yard and bring it to the shop so we can wash a couple things before returning it at 5. I head over there with the flatbed, and its WAY too heavy for two people to lift. Its one of those with a kerosene burner to heat the water up like a mofo and stuff. Heavy. So I call up and have the forklift driven over so I can load this damn thing up. Strap it down and headed to the shop, park the truck, and set the brake on the washer (it has four wheels). I un-strap it from the truck and walk into the shop to get the forklift, and one of the guys comes in and says its laying on its side. I figured he was fucking with me... but behold, somehow it has ROLLED THE FUCK OFF THE TRUCK AND SLAMMED INTO THE GROUND! WITH PEOPLE WATCHING IT HAPPEN!! WHAT THE FUCK! SO I'm like, why the fuck did you just stand there as it fucking ROLLED off the damn truck? Damage done: Motor mounts broken (need new bolts), Temperature control dial broken off, and some random scratches. The rest of the day the guys in the shop were making jokes and shit. I'm ready to just hit the bottle and drown myself in whiskey. Oh, and still no word from the girlfriend.