Bad Money, Bad Times
12/29/07 08:30 PM
| Up ChucksAccept a premise. Time = Money.
If time is indeed money. Then Thursday Night and Friday day were bad money. Thursday was the long day again. After a week and a half of all long days with none off except Christmas day Wednesday was welcome. Wednesday was -back to 5:30- end-time and then there was Thursday and 6:30 again. Jenni rode in with me which is normal. We were both beat at 6:30; that was a long day for me, a tough day for Jenni. The software nightmare new "system" WMDS monster that has taken over the collective corporate (numbed) mind at Well Pointey-Anathema is driving the sane crazy, and the management crazier. We were both toast.
Driving home, Jenni is telling me about the new miracle system. The training was all based on opening a case, there was no training on how to close a case. The job is not done, the customer not taken care of until a resolution is achieved, until a case is closed, maybe that should at least be part of the end goal. So anyway Jenni is telling me that nugget of nonsense when Gremlins (not the AMC kind the Maugwie kind) started beating around inside the right front wheel well and then the underside of the Bimmer with ball-peen hammers. This happened as I was changing lanes with no traffic around me, I was watching the lanes to avoid the bump-bump of the reflective markers and was sure there was nothing in the lane to make the raucous ruckus. Jenni said, "What was that? I didn't see anything in the road." Less than two miles later I knew the tires was losing air, I nursed her off the interstate to a BP station where I put on my spare which was a little sparse on spare air. The pay air-pump at the station was out of service so I drove to the Tire-Barn which I knew was going to be closed. It was. Friday Jenni and I dropped the flat off at the Tire Barn where Ray the Manager showed me where a bolt had come out of the tire, a bolt I must have picked up somewhere else and driven with for a while before it decided to come out as I was changing lanes. I told Ray I would be by first thing Saturday morning to swap out the new tire and refill the spare with Nitro.
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