looks like my bad streak is back:
- when
just as you ready to go home at 2pm yesterday to rest before you next client, your office calls you to tell you to go up Piarco to clear goods.
- when the office don't seem to realize that my agreeing to clear goods is strictly voluntary and
outside of the arrangement I have with my boss. I tell them flat I not going there till 7:30 pm despite the customs clerk needing me there by 6pm (I have my clients to see, dammit!)
- when a customs officer parks to block your van from moving for parking in the customs only area and gets on ignorant when you ask him to move it. Now I didn't even know it was a customs officer who done it till it was too late. Made a bad impression with the request.
- when you end up buying the customs officer beers in St. Helena to make up. He turn out to be a real cool person.
- when you return to the customs area tipsy form the 2 beers you drank like water. (Please, don't drink and drive, I hope i never do it again!) Customs clerk get real kicks off me.
- when you never finish clear goods till 12:30am
- when you have to make that "oh so important" delivery for the company at 1am
- when you reach home at 1:45am, ice cream and cheesecake in hand to eat like a lunatic
- when you have to get up at 4am (instead of the usual 3am) to do the usual airport run. Only 2 hours of sleep acquired
- when you nearly leave out a pickup because the MC security guard sleeping inside the building and not hearing the constant car horns. It took 2 passes and 10 minutes of horn for her to get up..
- when you leave to go airport at 5:15am, reach at 5:30am, leave airport at 5:50am and return to town at 7am
- when you FINALLY reach home,
just as you enter your front gate, the office calls you to return to town: they need a new printer.
WTF wrong with these people!?!?!?
F*** DAT* S***! I need sleep!
I need to quit this job.... I want my so-called lifestyle back!!
PPL Sax out... cold .......
