I get phone calls all day from customers ordering specialized heavy equipment for their work site.
Normally, it's general questions about the types of equipment. Backhoes, bulldozers, large shovels, dump trucks, that kind of thing.
This one takes the cake though.
Me - "After we setup an account, all I need is an address for your job site and I can have it there tomorrow morning."
Customer - "Really? All I have to do is call and you'll deliver?"
Me - "Yup. Just like pizza."
Customer - "You deliver pizza, too?"
Me - THUMP, THUMP, THUMP (That's my head against the desk)
It's a conspiracy... it really is... the bastards are out to get me.
One more stupid, fucking question and I swear to god I'm gonna hang myself with my phone cord.
I had an extremely bad habit of being tardy.
My Dom tried everything to break me of this habit.
I guess I was late to meet him one too many times.
I was dragged out of bed one Saturday morning and deposited in the local laundromat while he sat back and read a book.
I had to fold clothes for everyone in the place for 6hrs. There were alot of happy people.
They must've hated doing and folding laundry as much as I did.
It was an absolute nightmare. But I learned my lesson.
I haven't been been late for anything since then.
*And yes... I still hate doing laundry - I send it out to be done when I can
Dear Mothers of the PTA...
I believe you should all take up Pilates.
That way you can get limber enough to go fuck yourselves.
Sincerely,
The Bitch that DOESN'T want your cheesy, slimeball, useless fucking husband - let alone meet up with the rest of you two-faced cows for coffee and eat like your all feeding at the trough.
Yikes... I'm off to make myself a Gin Martini in a rocks glass by myself...
This is all too personal for me...
Enjoy your Easter Weekend folks and lighten up!