7:45AM - One of my techs call: Amy the window is busted out of the Van. There is glass all over. Not sure what else was broken into - I don;t want to touch anything.
Me: OK, sweet. I'll call the police but I have to stop for gas because the tank is SO empty, I'll never make it to the office.
7:55AM: I arrive at Exxon/Mobil. First of all I have restricted all gas cards to fuel and oil - unless you are a principal or spouse of one. In other words, I DIDN'T RESTRICT MY OWN FUCKING CARD. Well, la-te-da because the fucking card won't work because not only is it restricted I don't have the gd "driver id." I try it three times with IDs I think I might have set up for myself, but no go. I whip out another credit card and pump the gas. SWEET! As I am removing the nozzle from the tank gas flies all over my hands and forearms. I need coffee.
8:00AM: I am now late to work, the PD is on their way, and I am trying to pour coffee and get on my way. Large coffee. They are all out of half and half so I spend the next 5 minutes or so opening individual packs of non-dairy creamer for my super duper large coffee. I grab a bottle for water. The fucking credit card/debit machine IN the store doesn't work! I happen to scrap up two dollars for the coffee and put the water back.
8:10AM: Leaving the gas station this dumb bitch changes lanes as I pull out and almost side-swipes me. I give her the finger as she throws her hands up in fists yelling & screaming stuff I can't hear. Bring it Bitch - I'm now in a bad mood. Luckily she moves on.
8:15: The cops have arrived but they are parked in my parking spot so I have to park outside the gate. I grab my lunch, purse, and coffee (ny the lid) which proceeds to come undone, and dump large coffee ALL over me from head to toes. I had to fight the urge to strip off my jeans right there in the parking lot. Instead I did this weird little dance trying to get the coffee to stop burning. Now I am soaked from head to toe, and smell like Irish Cream.
I walk up to the building, talk to the cop, and all the guys laugh; well kinda. They snickered and tried to make jokes about me being all wet and messling like coffee but after shooting daggers at them from my eyes they stop and move on their way.
Well, at least I have the surveillance cameras, right? WRONG! They were not on record so fuck me - we have no video. Only good thing is that the didn't;t actually steal anything because the equipment in the vehicles is so large they coulden't;t get it out as it was wedged against the building.
8:40: I call my dad and tell him whats up. I ams till dripping in large coffee. I tell him about the coffee spillage to which he replies: "What does that have to do with me?" ME: " I need to go home and change; not only am I wet, but I'm burned and I smell like fucking star bucks." HIM: "I have a shirt you can wear in my office."
You have to be fucking kidding me.
I am NOT wearing his shirt. Lucky for him I have my Valium handy so I pop two of those, get my gym bag out of the truck Shawn just cleaned out but is now sticky with coffee - and here I sit in sweat pants, a sports bra, and t-shirt.
It's only 9:30. This is FANTASTIC.
Don't get my started on our homeowners insurance increase.
On the flip side - I finally found my Prada sunglasses; that alone made this whole shit mess worth coming to work.
How is everyone else doing???
Me: OK, sweet. I'll call the police but I have to stop for gas because the tank is SO empty, I'll never make it to the office.
7:55AM: I arrive at Exxon/Mobil. First of all I have restricted all gas cards to fuel and oil - unless you are a principal or spouse of one. In other words, I DIDN'T RESTRICT MY OWN FUCKING CARD. Well, la-te-da because the fucking card won't work because not only is it restricted I don't have the gd "driver id." I try it three times with IDs I think I might have set up for myself, but no go. I whip out another credit card and pump the gas. SWEET! As I am removing the nozzle from the tank gas flies all over my hands and forearms. I need coffee.
8:00AM: I am now late to work, the PD is on their way, and I am trying to pour coffee and get on my way. Large coffee. They are all out of half and half so I spend the next 5 minutes or so opening individual packs of non-dairy creamer for my super duper large coffee. I grab a bottle for water. The fucking credit card/debit machine IN the store doesn't work! I happen to scrap up two dollars for the coffee and put the water back.
8:10AM: Leaving the gas station this dumb bitch changes lanes as I pull out and almost side-swipes me. I give her the finger as she throws her hands up in fists yelling & screaming stuff I can't hear. Bring it Bitch - I'm now in a bad mood. Luckily she moves on.
8:15: The cops have arrived but they are parked in my parking spot so I have to park outside the gate. I grab my lunch, purse, and coffee (ny the lid) which proceeds to come undone, and dump large coffee ALL over me from head to toes. I had to fight the urge to strip off my jeans right there in the parking lot. Instead I did this weird little dance trying to get the coffee to stop burning. Now I am soaked from head to toe, and smell like Irish Cream.
I walk up to the building, talk to the cop, and all the guys laugh; well kinda. They snickered and tried to make jokes about me being all wet and messling like coffee but after shooting daggers at them from my eyes they stop and move on their way.
Well, at least I have the surveillance cameras, right? WRONG! They were not on record so fuck me - we have no video. Only good thing is that the didn't;t actually steal anything because the equipment in the vehicles is so large they coulden't;t get it out as it was wedged against the building.
8:40: I call my dad and tell him whats up. I ams till dripping in large coffee. I tell him about the coffee spillage to which he replies: "What does that have to do with me?" ME: " I need to go home and change; not only am I wet, but I'm burned and I smell like fucking star bucks." HIM: "I have a shirt you can wear in my office."
You have to be fucking kidding me.
I am NOT wearing his shirt. Lucky for him I have my Valium handy so I pop two of those, get my gym bag out of the truck Shawn just cleaned out but is now sticky with coffee - and here I sit in sweat pants, a sports bra, and t-shirt.
It's only 9:30. This is FANTASTIC.
Don't get my started on our homeowners insurance increase.
On the flip side - I finally found my Prada sunglasses; that alone made this whole shit mess worth coming to work.
How is everyone else doing???