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01-09-2004, 06:04 AM

Hmmm... What can I add here?

I hate my job. Christmas eve they wrote me up for leaving early 3 times which were over 6 months ago.

Those 3 days that I left early were days that I had off and volunteered to come in and cover a shift. When the manager for the next shift came in, I left with their permission. Since those people have all been fired I have no one to back me on the story, and because I've been written up for 3 offenses I can be fired at any moment. Because of school I can't work days or evenings, and every place that I've applied for a new job has offered me days or evenings, so I guess I'm stuck here in overnight hell.

I was dating a girl and everything seemed perfect. She said we should live together before getting engaged, so I asked her to move into my house. Things were great until I came home from school early one day. I found her with her ex half dressed in my house.

I told him to leave and he got mouthy and started swinging at me. I'm 6' tall, 250lbs, like working out and wrenching on cars. He's about the same size as my 10yr old cousins. The fight didn't last too long.

: After I threw him out, he took off in her car, which I quickly found out was actually his as I was calling the police to report it stolen. There's nothing like finding out you've put wrench time and a few grand (18's, springs/struts, intake, & catback) into some dudes car. I called her a cab and haven't talked to her since...not that she hasn't tried. So far the daily phone call record is 76 messages, 99 calls.

I had the # changed, and after our little incident, he won't let her use the car, so it's been nice and quiet around my house. Now I just have to figure out how to legally get my rims & stuff back from him.

Last week I got a ticket for 75 in a 55. I was behind a dump truck losing gravel out the back so I went around him. The cop said he should take me to jail for street racing, but he didn't want to do the paperwork so it was my 'lucky day.' WTF, did he think I was racing a dump truck full of gravel? I know the GSR is slow,

but it's not that bad.

Whew. K. I feel better...thirsty, but better. Time for beer.

01-09-2004, 06:04 AM	#20
ricerX Posts: n/a	Hmmm... What can I add here? I hate my job. Christmas eve they wrote me up for leaving early 3 times which were over 6 months ago. Those 3 days that I left early were days that I had off and volunteered to come in and cover a shift. When the manager for the next shift came in, I left with their permission. Since those people have all been fired I have no one to back me on the story, and because I've been written up for 3 offenses I can be fired at any moment. Because of school I can't work days or evenings, and every place that I've applied for a new job has offered me days or evenings, so I guess I'm stuck here in overnight hell. I was dating a girl and everything seemed perfect. She said we should live together before getting engaged, so I asked her to move into my house. Things were great until I came home from school early one day. I found her with her ex half dressed in my house. I told him to leave and he got mouthy and started swinging at me. I'm 6' tall, 250lbs, like working out and wrenching on cars. He's about the same size as my 10yr old cousins. The fight didn't last too long. : After I threw him out, he took off in her car, which I quickly found out was actually his as I was calling the police to report it stolen. There's nothing like finding out you've put wrench time and a few grand (18's, springs/struts, intake, & catback) into some dudes car. I called her a cab and haven't talked to her since...not that she hasn't tried. So far the daily phone call record is 76 messages, 99 calls. I had the # changed, and after our little incident, he won't let her use the car, so it's been nice and quiet around my house. Now I just have to figure out how to legally get my rims & stuff back from him. Last week I got a ticket for 75 in a 55. I was behind a dump truck losing gravel out the back so I went around him. The cop said he should take me to jail for street racing, but he didn't want to do the paperwork so it was my 'lucky day.' WTF, did he think I was racing a dump truck full of gravel? I know the GSR is slow, but it's not that bad. Whew. K. I feel better...thirsty, but better. Time for beer.