Whadda fuck.

Work drags on, leaving me ditched and still punch-drunk on the curb.

Dan's leaving. I know I already mentioned it, and I know I'm sure I've also said I have no huge amount of Love for the dude. But him leaving officially puts me in the drivers seat, or at least the co-pilot, and that's not comforting. I still know little about the product I sell, don't understand the workings of a Yanmar engine or what makes it run best, and am still so underpaid I have little care if the places goes up in smoke or turns out as one of Canada's best run companies in fifty years. (Trust me bro, it's not going to be anytime soon. Chaa.)

I put in a half hearted but well spoken job request to a collection agency for taxes and debts, but even after I got a reply from my Hail Mary I've already turned it down. I honestly could not do that, no way in hell. I get pissed off and put in a sour mood when somebody gets personal with me here, I can't imagine trying to be a hardass and taking money from people who obviously can't afford it.

For example, some guy phoned today looking for engine parts. He gave me a list at least a page long, no part numbers (Which mind you, is the ONLY way you can find and order stuff.) Without them, you have to look through a parts catalogue which is enough to make you cry.) and then told me to get them for tomorrow.

For starters, this guy has already done this. Twice. Mid July he literally blew up an engine doing fucks knows what, and then again last month. When he orders, he orders anything and everything he can think of. So after he was done, he comes back with a bucket of stuff, saying it needs to go back and walks out the door.

So when someone phones who owes us ten grand and is some sort of Inbred moron, I tend not to try and let things go his way.

He actually had to leave wherever he was just so he could yell and swear at me as much as possible.

I know it's contradictory to what I said, if I don't care, why not let him just order and rack his monstrous debt even higher? He is the sole reason we can't get Yanmar stuff, because of all his returns and unpaid bills we're 12,000 dollars in the hole with them and can't get any freight. As a shipper and a clerk, I may as well just hang myself. What's the point of advertising we are the exclusive dealers for them when we can't get anything?

Bah. Too much work related stuff on this damn blog. I need to start doing some music reviews or movie stuff. That's where more of my talent lies. But I'm just so busy...

Mayhaps when Buttsweat and Tears comes out. Fuck I'm stoked for that, I hope Chris has a bigger part than in Oh! Calcutta!

Schedule:

Monday: Work 8-5, Boxing 7-9.
Tuesday: Work 8-5, bench press 6-7, bed at ten.
Wednesday: Work 8-5, Boxing 7-9
Thursday: Work 8-5, Potential booze night.
Friday: Day off, Gym 12-2, Partying 7-2am.

I'm either going to be super jacked or dead come November.

We'll all be dead come November, four months out of every year.