A series of unfortunate events

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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No, this is not about the book, this is real life.

Monday -
SO’s helper doesn’t show up for work, and they are expected in Charlotte for the next two days for a job.

Oldest daughter wakes up puking her guts out

We decide to go the the movies as soon as OD feels better -
later - pile into the car - car will not start -no clicking - no lights - battery dead.

No problem - we take OD’s car - pull into the parking lot - the driver side window shatters - showering glass on everyone.

Movie was good, though (Finding Nemo).

Back home - SO calls - there is something weird about this job, but he is getting it done in record time.

Tuesday -

SO calls again - has been kicked off job site because he works too fast and is too intense - this intimidates the female bosses.
They begin to accusing SO of malicious intent. SO is saying “WTF?” Other workers at job site also saying “WTF?” SO then directs helpers, from his phone in the parking lot, how to finish up the job. Female bosses will not speak to SO when he tries to find out what is happening. Other workers try to speak to female bosses to find out what is happening. They won’t speak to them either.

I send OD to the grocery store. Seconds later I heard a horrendous crash. OD has crashed into the garage door, breaking it and pushing my car three feet, striking a workbench and young son’s bike.

SO calls again - original contractor is now pissed at SO. SO didn’t do anything to piss off anyone, and still doesn’t understand what the hell happened. Original contractor is now threatening not to pay, even though job is finished.

I survey damage to garage and cars. My previously pristine car now needs a paint job, as the bumpers, back and front, and crunched and the paint is falling from it like Autumn leaves. OD’s car now has paint all over the hood from where she struck the garage. SO and I had spent 6 hours washing, waxing, detailing OD’s car 2 days prior. As we look over OD’s car, we notice a little girl, no older that 3, standing in the middle of the street. Middle Daughter speaks to her and the little girl says she is lost. MD picks up little girl and starts looking for her house. Two boys, no older than 5, come riding up on bikes, screaming “that’s not her mommy!” They then direct MD to little girl’s house.

I laugh. OD laughs. OD calls SO and tearfully tells him about garage. He laughs. At this point what else can you do? SO requests beans and cornbread comfort food which means I will have to use the pressure cooker. We both think a minute, of the movie Final Destination. We decide that maybe sandwiches would be better.

So, how is your week going?

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Holy cow ** Lyllyan **! What a start to the week you had. :eek: BTW, wise decision on the sandwiches. :smiley: I hope today is going better for you?

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Sucks to be you! I still don’t understand about the job. What does your SO do? What exactly were these people pissed off about?

I found a baby in the street once. About a year old. It was weird.

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Buy a lotto ticket. That kinda luck’s just gotta change.

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Kalhoun - he is self employed, but installs commercial ovens for the manufacturer. We have talked and talked about this, and neither of us can come up with what he could have possibly done to piss these people off. Granted, as I stated in the OP, he works very fast and is intense. He’s a man’s man kinda guy. But at the same time, he is very friendly and polite. Our only explanation, and this is just grabbing at straws, is that because the owners are lesbian and he does tend to unintentionally intimidate lesbians. Gay men are a different matter, they all adore him. We have several male business owner customers who happen to be gay, and they have been loyal to him for years.

He was less than an hour from finishing up the job completely, but the owners refused to wait (it was 5:00). He tried to talk them into waiting, as it would be less expensive and they would be up and running that much sooner, and that he could then go on to his next job one state away. They said “no”, they had to pick up their kids and the kids came first. OK, understandable, but we found out the next day these people don’t have kids. When he arrived the next morning, they would not let him onto the premises, and accused him of throwing trash in the bushes. This “trash” turned out to be a glove. One glove.

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This is a whole 'nother thread in itself, dear.

:smiley: