Ho, ho, ha, ha... oh, to laugh...

My car is a friggin' comedian.
I just discovered this this morning.

I was sitting in it for a minute at the horse farm. Needed to blow my nose, take a sip of (lukewarm, at that point) coffee and smoke half a cigarette. I was sitting in the passenger side for a change. I'm never on that side...

I happened to look up at the visor.
There, written on it, was this:

Yeah.
The "other" side... where I always am.

I cracked up and said, "Aw, fuck you, Vic... ya wise-ass."

Just what I need... to get my balls busted by my car...

Other than this, I hafta say, this car is pretty good on shitty roads. Of course, I drive, these days, like an old woman, but still... the 'Bird didn't care how ya drove it. It's theme song was "Driving in a Winter Wonderland", which goes somethin' like this:

Thank Gawd neither of my TWO FARM JOBS are more than a half a mile away.
Then again, neither is the stupid restaurant I've been trying to get hired at since we got here, the owner of which, Faaah-bio, CALLED ME TODAY!!!!

How many fuckin' jobs do I need, anyway?
Christ....

I haven't gotten his message offa the phone yet, cause, 1.) "yawn"... Oh. FINALLY got around to pickin' up the friggin' phone, there, did ya Sparky?, and 2.) I had a post to do... this one.

So.
Can ya tell how impressed I am with this now?
Where was this dipshit two weeks ago?
A month ago?
Ever?

I shoulda frickin' known the minute I found other things to do, the dingbat would finally call.
I honestly don't know what to do now.
I like the horse farm job.
I also like the "here and there"-type shit I do here, on this farm.

I like not having to "dress up", wear friggin' makeup, have my nails "perfect" and put up with people's shit.
Animal shit is waaaaay preferrable... to me.
(Washes off easier... among other things.)

Anyway...
I just got done over there a little while ago.
Now, I'm waiting for the dillholes guys to get me a large-assed bale of straw so I can go bed the calves.
I'd get it myself, but I don't know where it is, even, and these bitches are HUGE.
One fills the back of the old flatbed, they're so big.

AND, I also have even more shit I need to do... such as: Our horses stalls, going to the store, straightening up around here, laundry out da ass, cooking dinner....
Yeah.
I've got time for another job.

*siiiigh*

fuck

I dunno what I'm gonna do.

Guess it wouldn't hurt to call the guy.
Some day.

Suppose I oughta at least get the message and see what he's after....

I'd told him I preferred mornings.

Of course, I'm already working mornings.
And, some afternoons.

Hell, I don't even know when to tell him I'd be available at this point.

I'm NOT giving up the horse farm job.
I like the people, dogs and horses too much to do that.

It's not like I didn't give Faaaah-bio every opportunity to call me BEFORE... when I didn't have jackshit to do.
I went there about 5 frickin' times, fer Christ sake.

Horse/calf shit or puttin' up with people's shit...
Decisions, decisions...

Oh, and waitressing pays the big wage of... *drumroll, please*... about 2 bucks and change an hour, whether you make up the rest in tips... or not.

fuckshitpiss....
what to do, what to do....

Well, "what to do" right now is, stfu and go get my shit done.

*deeep sigh and minute later*

Awww, hell... hang on a minute.
I'm gonna go offline and see what he wants...
brb...

Back.
That helped... NOT.

All he said was "We haff an opening now, eef you're steel looooking for a chob..."
(My version of his Italian accent...)

Didn't happen to mention WHEN, or WHAT HOURS.
Dork.
Now I'mina "haff" to go there and talk to him... a-frickin'-GAIN.

FUCK!!!!!!!

Yeah... yeah, fuck.
As in: "fuck" this for now... I've got people to do and things to see out the ass.
I'm balls to the wall now...

BUT... I'll give it a shot... I'll try to fit him in today.
If not... there's always tomorrow.

I could not screw around tomorrow at the horse farm, playin' with the dogs and shit, and get there tomorrow morning...
if I can't manage it today....

We'll see.

Meantime...
I'm outta here.
Me and my wise-assed car have things to get done.
"Airbag see other side", indeed...

Peace, y'all...

Posted by: Stevie at 02:13 PM

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