So I work in IT, right. I just spent the past two days at a site that should have been done in one because both of the vendors that were helping me pissed out before the job was done. I was left with my (insert vulgar noun here) hanging in the wind. Bah. Two whole days of babysitting grown men who were pointing fingers at each other. Come on guys! Shut up and get the job done! I say this now from the comfort of my own home with a pint in hand. The job was finally completed correctly, but oh the stories!
One of the vendors thought that our site needed so much care and attention that they pulled a man off of full disability to help out. This man was old, walked slowly, breathed heavily, and was pushing an oxygen tank. I shit you not. This man was about to die at my site. He even ran out of oxygen the first day. Part of me is actually glad they left early. I don't think the cops would've bought my explanation of the random dead body in my room.
So I'm back doing what I love, playing guitar, having a beer, and on the computer. I'll post some songs later.
Sean
St. Bastard
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