Thinking back to 9-11. :mad:

Yet another 6 day week at work. Been doing this for a little over a month now, and it's getting old.

You've gotta pay for the repairs on the shitbox somehow.

People at work who have time to worry about what I'm doing.

Just because it's brown, and somewhat box shaped doesn't make it a shit box. LOL. Once the motor is back in the next major expense will be the exhaust sytsem (I need everything from the catalytic converters back), then the wiring. Unless something bad happens with the electrical first. Also, what good is being able to buy the parts, if you never have the time to install them?

After that, all you need is a chassis and a few dozen assorted body panels and you'll be fine. Oh, . . . . . and wheels. Don't forget the wheels.

My chassis and body panels are fine. The wheels I have will serve, but will be replaced with something I find more aesthetically pleasing.

I think there is a member or two of my family that needs a good pinch. Not a fun pinch. A hard pinch while I whisper in their ears to shut the fuck up.

Tales out of school or worse?

A little worse....grrr

A mosquito humming in my ear, followed soon after by yet another one. I needed a sedative.

People who don't show gratitude when you do something for them. Really pisses me off.....

What ever happened to those two little words that can change your whole day.... "Thank You"

The world is full of people who believe that the world is there to serve them, a vast personal entitlement. People who have manners are a dying breed.

being called upon to solve the problems of everyone in the office once again

I got a problem you can solve.



You got 99 problems but this bitch ain't one ;)