Second Verse, Same As the First Redux

#Truth

Yesterday was a nice, tall glass of hot garbage juice with a Dumpster fire chaser. Holy hell, it started on the way to work that morning: we had two different jackasses in two different overly large pick up trucks–wonder what these lack-wits were trying to compensate for–tailgating us. One, some dipstick in a black Dodge Ram, took an off-ramp to a bridge. I wasn’t sorry to see that asshole disappear. Then, there was the dipshidiot in a Chevy Silverado.

This woman was up our tailpipe, so Prime tapped the brakes to get her to back the hell up. Well, she did. Then she proceeded to pass us and flip us off as she did. She freaking made sure to make eye contact with me when she did. I thought to myself, “Okay, want to be that way? Fine. But we pass you, I will laugh at you.”

She zipped ahead and it looked like she was going to disappear into traffic… Until she got behind an SUV that was doing slightly under the speed limit and was boxed in by multiple vehicles on all sides. She couldn’t pass the guy and was absolutely stuck. Pissed off? Oh yeah, she was, because she had her hands off the steering wheel and was gesturing violently.

Needless to say, we passed the dipshidiot and I waved happily with a huge smile on my face while saying, “HI, STUPID!” She had tried to ram herself up our asses, decided to be a dumbass and flip us off, drove like a deranged moron, and what did it get her? Stuck behind someone doing under the speed limit. Maybe her two semi-functional brain cells will have a brief conversation and let her know that she acted like an entitled Karen and all it did was make her look like a fetid pile of dog excrement but I doubt it. She’d have to be self aware for that to happen. Karens like that never are.

I got to work, headed inside and prepared to wait for a while; I was pulling an 11 to 17:30 shift.

Or so I thought.

At 8:45, one of the managers asked me if I could clock in at nine, as we’d just had a call in at the door. Our opener wasn’t coming in and although we had someone to do the Steel Walk, she didn’t know how to do the Temperature Walk. But I did.

Instead of a relaxing six hour shift I had to do a full eight. I also didn’t get any help until 10:00 and she was only there until 16:30. Basically, we took turns doing the procedures and had to call for coverage at the door for breaks and lunches. It was literally just the two of us for most of the day. At 15:45, we got one more person in and supposedly, we would be getting somebody else at 18:15, but I would be gone by then. It could have been much worse: originally, there were only three people scheduled for the entirety of yesterday, leaving no one to do the last procedure of the day.

Like I said: hot garbage juice. With a Dumpster fire chaser.

About Silverwynde

I'm a Transformers fan, Pokémon player, Brewers fan and all-out general nerd. I rescue abandoned Golett, collect as many Bumblebee decoys and figures as I can find and I've attended every BotCon--official and non--since 1999. I'm also happily married to a fellow Transfan named Prime and we were both owned by a very intelligent half-Siamese cat, who crossed the Rainbow Bridge on June 16, 2018. We still miss him. But we're now the acting staff of a Maine Coon kitty named Lulu, who pretty much rules the house. Not that we're complaining about that.
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