Are you still working in the Coin Op business?
Yeah, I am. I had one hell of a day. And by hell, I mean the bad place.
So I get to work, and I'm carrying a package of records in my hand. Mumbles is there.
"Where are those from?"
"From the place I went to last night. I had to fix a coin jam in the juke, so the boss had me swap the records too."
"Did you cash them out?"
"Uh...no, the boss just wanted me to do that."
(starts raising his voice) "The place hasn't been cashed in two months!"
"Well, I didn't know that, and the boss didn't mention doing it."
"Would it kill you to ask a question once in a while? GOD."
(walks away, starts looking for a specific jukebox)
Me: "What one are you looking for?"
"One that looks like this one here (points) but it works. Sign says this one is broken. Boss says it's here."
(I look at it. There is a sign, but it doesn't say what he thinks it does.)
"I'm not seeing the one you're talking about."
"WHAT ARE YOU, FREAKING BLIND? IT'S RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!"
(I explain that the sign describes the decorative CDs that spin, and how *they* didn't work any more. He doesn't want to hear it. Another minute or so passes...)
"You should have gotten records from Cool Guy before he left yesterday."
(
technically, he's correct...but I didn't know I was going to need the records until AFTER HE LEFT)
"Well, I didn't."
(he throws whatever he has in his hand in anger (not at me))
and I honestly don't remember what he said, I was extra-mad at that point. I said "I don't have to put up with your ---steaming pile of meadow muffin---. I'm leaving." and I turned around and walked out the door.
and it would have been perfect, too, if Cool Guy didn't pull up, right then, and block my car in.
I briefly told him what happened. Mumbles came out, blabbered about something, not sure what, and followed it up with "why don't you grow up."
Eh? *I* grow up? I'm not yelling and throwing things around.
I say eff it, and start working on a game.
Hour or so later, boss shows up, starts doing...well, whatever it is he actually does anymore.
Cool Guy asks to use my security bits, I say sure and hand them to him, as I thought I was done with them. It's then I realize I'm not even CLOSE to being done. I tell him I'm going to get his bits out of his van. He says "cool."
I step out the door and see a truck backing down the driveway. It's filled with hot asphalt. There's been a pothole in the driveway for some time, I surmise he's there to fill it. I ask the driver if he needs us to move our cards, and he confirms.
Duck back in the door, tell Cool guy what's going on, and we proceed to move our cars. While he's getting out of his, I remind him we need his tools.
Boss comes out the door. "What the heck is going on? I turn around, and everyone disappears,"
I explain what happened. For whatever reason, he looks less than pleased. Starts bitching us out, and goes back inside.
Cool Guy and I look at each other. The truck driver even looks less than impressed, and makes a remark. We agree with him.
We go inside, and hey, yeah, we're kinda ticked off about being chewed out over nothing. BUT WAIT! It's not over!
"HEY! Now wipe those expressions off your faces, and listen close. I have told you what I want you to do, and I expect you do it."
I attempt to ask what his
specific instructions are, since I don't appear to be following them, but he shush's me. Gets more pissed, and tells me, yet again, to do EXACTLY what I was doing not two minutes before, and walks away. Now I'm pissed, with piss sauce. FUMING mad.
About five minutes go by, and he comes back and apologizes. Badly. "Didn't realize that you went out there to move your vehicles. I apologize."
I just stare at him. "I TOLD you why we were out there when you first came out!"
Cool Guy repeats this. We're just standing there, looking at him.
"I didn't hear that. I just saw that it took two guys to get a set of tools out of a car. I apologize." and walks off.
Yeah...THAT makes it all better.
Spent the rest of the day contemplating if murder is REALLY illegal if the people who are dead are jackasses.
So, that's my day. Oh, the icing on the cake...wife got a ticket for our inspection running out. Didn't get it inspected because it wouldn't pass. Wouldn't pass because we didn't have the money to fix it to an inspectable state. Now we have to not only fix it, but pay a freaking ticket on top of it.
Today sucks. On the bright side, it's the weekend.