This is just a rant. I am a self-employed carpenter/remodeler contractor type, and have several jobs going at once.
A dude calls me last night to install a swamp cooler, and since I have done work for him before and he pays well I say cool I’ll call you at 8 am.
So I call and he says fine, but meet me at the bar so he can have a beer. Sure, but 2 hrs later, he still wants to fuck around. I say ok, but I’ll do the job tomorrow because you cost me 2 hrs of bullshit, no prob. I will get that back in the bid.
So we go to our main job to install some kitchen tile. Turns out the new tenants kids decide the tile adhesive is as fun as mud to play with, and it’s all over the floor. Ok, I can deal with that but now it’s 2pm and I find out I have no power in two rooms because my electrician has his head up his ass. And of course he won’t answer the fucking phone.
Now I am saying fuck this shit, lets just blow off this day and stop fighting the Monday Fuck You Gods. So we go to the bar.
I am happy, I have a cold beer, fuck this day, shit happens, I will hit it hard tomorrow.
So I am talking to my buddy, he mentions some chick named Amy (my ex-wifes name) that he used to screw, and I’m like cool, whatever, but my girlfriend the bartender who is half buzzed overhears and thinks I am screwing my ex-wife who lives a thousand miles away.
I attempt to explain it’s not the same chick, but NO…she’s trippin
So she gets pissed off and tells me to fuck off. So I say WTF and she gives me the cold shoulder and I leave.
So now I am finally home letting off some steam, thank you SDMB!
Fuck Mondays