My supervisor bitched about me being dirty...and I am a mechanic...

Reminds me of a time when I was married, and offered to put a starter in one of my wife's friends cars.

It was about 7:30 in the evening, in November, and it was sleeting outside. It was in the mud/slop but no biggie, just dealt with it, but couldn't see a damned thing with this little flashlight with shit batteries they gave me to use; still no biggie.

They go inside, I put the thing in after finding an old piece of plywood to put my floor jack on so it would quit sinking in the mire, and dropping a f'n solenoid nut in the shit which my numb hands dropped.

Cold as shit, soaked to the bone with mud in my hair etc, I knock, go in, and the tanker friend says 'oooh, stay in the landing.' Lazy bastard husband who never offered to help/watch, or anything was drinking beer, my ex and the tanker were having coffee, and I was refused entrance to the Taj Mahal trailer; no clean up for me, my tools, or anything.

Being somewhat pissed, just said 'time to leave' and went outside getting the shit on my seats, but didn't care at that point.

Was a damned good thing the ex got her ass out quick, or I'd have left her there.

Silver lining to this bitching, was the jack I had in my glove compartment never tasted better!

Woohoo, vindication! Time to start drinking!

GhhHHhHHhahhahhahijwnkmkakdakwjnd awpFJ!!!!
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mASHING KEYs is about as meaningful as describing the life, and who wants to hear about that #($&*. Anyway, finally off work. Time to have a big @(#*-)*&# toast to everything that's pissing me off, wipe my ass with it, and enjoy the air-conditioning and rented living space I pay for through the nose for. And then I'll play stupid jedi outcast until I dismember enough evil remnant scum to make my laugh, and then I'll read a book!!! until sleepy time.

For escapism, I will reread at random some chapters of Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, because I am an adult, and it will not do to have copies of Harry Potter in the apartment. Then I will think about going and getting Infinite Jest, though I will worry about looking pretentious, but then I will remember I am pretentious, and don't mind playing a snob or blowhard, and will give the book an honest chance.

Bye! Time for vodka!

Well, I can't complain too much since I'm currently cooking a ribeye, HOWEVER, I will drink with you my GOG-brother!

Beer for me tonight, maybe scotch tomorrow:)

Hey, nice camraderie greenguy! Enjoy that ribeye. It's drinking in moderation tonight, so only a few more fingers of rum and I'll have to quit. No more pc games tonight. Over to the books.

Happy studying, here's a beer down the hatch to you and whatever you're studying for!

As I mentioned a few days ago, my old bicycle broke down. It seems I wasn't very specific about it and so didn't bitch about it too much, so, a bit late, here goes.

I was away for most of the summer, so imagine my surprise when I noticed that the chains of the bike had stretched to the point that they would eventually fall off the sprocket. Well, actually, no. I wasn't surprised at all because the cursed thing has broken down in one way or another too many times to count, but still. I decided that I had better tighten them to prevent frustration in the future. It would only take a few minutes anyway.
It turned out that the I could choose between a slack chain and the rear wheel grinding against the mudguard. So I broke out the chain tool (a piece of rubbish, but I though it would do the job) to remove a few links. I opened the chain, then the tool broke just like that. That left me with a broken bike and no way to fix it. My hands were dirty and my keys were in my pocket. I could feel Murphy laughing at me from his grave.
I had had enough at this point and decided to buy a new bike. I took a quick look around the Internet and found three bike shops of good reputation. They all had really rubbish websites, so I figured might as well check out each of them in person. I would not get a rubbish bike for being lazy again.
My tour was about ten kilometres in length, which translated to around two and a half hours (walking and checking out the bicycles). I did find a suitable piece of hardware at the store that was, surprise surprise, around 45 minutes away from my home on foot, which meant I would have to return the next day with my old bike (the store would close in an hour). I did, and to my surprise, found out that the old POS was still worth around a hundred euros. Unfortunately, it would take a few hours for the man to attach the accessories I had ordered, so I went home on foot again. Then I walked back to pick up the bike. My feet hurt quite a lot by this point.

Not that any of that matters now, though. The new bike feels great; in fact, I think it has brought back the joy of cycling that has been missing for many, many years. The only bitching I have about it is the rattle the mudguard creates when it strikes the luggage rack on uneven surfaces, and I believe that that can be fixed with some ad hoc cushioning.

Sucks.

Still better than my employer who enforces dress code (on IT programmers!) two days after I start working, even though I asked three times during the interview about the policies concerning clothes and they said it's very relaxed!

So now I have to work in a fucking suit (minus the tie) even though I sit behind the desk whole day long and mash the keyboard.

I get pissed, go the big boss and tell him I haven't even received my first monthly wage yet and, because the only suit I have is very elegant (and would get worn out very quickly), I have to buy some clothes that are usually very expensive with the money I normally use to get food. What's his response? "Get a loan". WHAT. THE. FUCK.

Fortunately I love myself a nice shirt (but I usually wear them with jeans) so all I needed was trousers, so I ended up getting some pants that are crossover between jeans and suit pants.

Yeah, an IT engineer in a fucking suit. Good riddance.

Ah yes, gotta love the blase attitude of the typical Polish employer who would work you like a dog if the law allowed him/her to do so...wait, I think the law DOES allow one's employer to work you like a "biały murzyn". After all, why do you think Poland has three different employment contracts?

So who started the dress code enforcements first? A "kierownik" or the "prezes" that does nothing but sit on his ass and take as much money out of the business as he can?

Bump for a terrible day. Don't have days like this often I just feel like raging at life in general right now. I can't even pinpoint what's pissing me off, but sick of people as a whole.... sick of having to conform to every single stupid $*&*&% "rule" that people set for me... everyone in my life wants to $*%&* run it and tell me what is right and wrong for ME, what I should do, what I should believe, who I should associate with, where my career should be heading, EVERYTHING. To all those people SCREW YOU!

[Not intended for my GOG friends who have been patiently waiting for practically a month to fulfill a couple promises/intentions.. much love to you]

BUT SCREW EVERYONE ELSE. ugh!

There are no real friends on the internet. I keep being taught that lesson by people I thought I trusted.

Diagnosed with final stage of osteochondritis dissecans.
I guess I'll be spending a lot of time on GoG, or playing GoGs for the next few months.

:(

Fever. It peaked at 39.5C (103.1F), which is probably the worst fever I've ever had in my life. I've managed to lower it to 38.1C (100,6F) with some damp towels, and though I feel much less lethargic than I used to, it'd be ridiculous to call this comfortable.