Long time ago
It's been a long time since I bothered to post anything, but the night I just had warrants a post.
It all begins on my way to work. I was driving southbound on Wall, just south of the ever so amazing Pizza Rita when I saw two dogs running eastward on some street and onto Wall. I slammed my brakes on, but alas it was too late. I saw one dog basically just fly forward, or to his right side, and then roll a lot. I didn't see much of the other dog, until they both got up and took off sprinting from the way they came. So, that kinda shook me up, but I continued my trek to work.
I arrive at work at about 4:50 and begin doing the paperwork that is necessary to do my job effectively, when at 4:59 the "captain" gets a call and tells me to go to Walker Construction (the apartment buildings that Gonzaga is in the process of building), because the police are on the way. So I leave immediately and arrive on site at 5:01. I stand around for awhile and wait with the guard we have working there. One of the trailers on site has an infared sensor that detects differences in heat to see if people are in it, hence the reason the cops were on the way. We stand around for about twenty minutes, until I finally decide to leave. I go lock a building up, and realize that a guy hasn't called to say he's at his job site. I try calling him, and no answer. So I began to drive eastward on trent out towards the fairgrounds. All is going well, then I get stopped by a train, for about 7 minutes or so. I finally make it to the site, and the guy is there.
So, I begin traveling back to the office when I get a call from the guy at Walker Construction saying the cops are there. I get to the site about 5 minutes later and the cops are already gone.
While I am there I get an alarm call for an RV center way out in Liberty Lake. So I drive out there and there are two salesmen inside and two customers. They didn't know why the alarm was going off. After about 20 minutes of standing around trying to figure out what was going on, one of the salesmen called the service manager, he was going to come out and make sure everything was okay. So I leave and begin driving back to the office. I then need to make two stops, rather late, and then go back to the office. From the dog incident until getting back to the office about two hours passed. But, on the way back to the office Bryan called me and told me his wife voted for me for 6th congressional district, representative position 2. So, I am now declaring myself an official candidate for any postion you are willing to write me in for.
About 15 minutes later the guy at Walker calls me back and tells me he is really sick, and he does have his fair share of health problems (kidney dialysis), so this means I need to find someone to cover the shift. I call about ten people, then finally decide to get the guy doing patrol after me to come in early and do it. He says he will, so I head back to the office (I did that while making normal patrol stops) to check the monitors. i get to the office and realize I locked my office key in the office. So I call Al back, the crazy guy who will be doing patrol after me/filling in at Walker, and then go pick him up. As I have written before, he doesn't have a car. He lets me in the office, and while in the office I realize a tube of super glue has leaked in my pocket (I will tell the story behind that in a minute.). Now my hands and pocket are covered in super glue, so my hands feel really odd all night. Holy hell it sucked, still does.
Now the story of why I had super glue in my pocket. Two weeks and one day ago I went to burger king for some croissanwich. Twas delicious, but while I was there, the cashier took it upon himself to break my debit card. I glued it back together successfully. Exactly two weeks later, almost even at the same time, I go back. The same fucking douchebag breaks it again. Next time I see him I might break his face. But I was going to super glue it back together again, and bother to go to the bank to get a new card this time. Then the glue leaked in my pocket.
Feel free to laugh at my expense. It was an odd three hours. I've started to not get mad when shitty things happen to me. instead I realize that it will just make a great story later on. Kind of sad that it's progressed to this level.
It all begins on my way to work. I was driving southbound on Wall, just south of the ever so amazing Pizza Rita when I saw two dogs running eastward on some street and onto Wall. I slammed my brakes on, but alas it was too late. I saw one dog basically just fly forward, or to his right side, and then roll a lot. I didn't see much of the other dog, until they both got up and took off sprinting from the way they came. So, that kinda shook me up, but I continued my trek to work.
I arrive at work at about 4:50 and begin doing the paperwork that is necessary to do my job effectively, when at 4:59 the "captain" gets a call and tells me to go to Walker Construction (the apartment buildings that Gonzaga is in the process of building), because the police are on the way. So I leave immediately and arrive on site at 5:01. I stand around for awhile and wait with the guard we have working there. One of the trailers on site has an infared sensor that detects differences in heat to see if people are in it, hence the reason the cops were on the way. We stand around for about twenty minutes, until I finally decide to leave. I go lock a building up, and realize that a guy hasn't called to say he's at his job site. I try calling him, and no answer. So I began to drive eastward on trent out towards the fairgrounds. All is going well, then I get stopped by a train, for about 7 minutes or so. I finally make it to the site, and the guy is there.
So, I begin traveling back to the office when I get a call from the guy at Walker Construction saying the cops are there. I get to the site about 5 minutes later and the cops are already gone.
While I am there I get an alarm call for an RV center way out in Liberty Lake. So I drive out there and there are two salesmen inside and two customers. They didn't know why the alarm was going off. After about 20 minutes of standing around trying to figure out what was going on, one of the salesmen called the service manager, he was going to come out and make sure everything was okay. So I leave and begin driving back to the office. I then need to make two stops, rather late, and then go back to the office. From the dog incident until getting back to the office about two hours passed. But, on the way back to the office Bryan called me and told me his wife voted for me for 6th congressional district, representative position 2. So, I am now declaring myself an official candidate for any postion you are willing to write me in for.
About 15 minutes later the guy at Walker calls me back and tells me he is really sick, and he does have his fair share of health problems (kidney dialysis), so this means I need to find someone to cover the shift. I call about ten people, then finally decide to get the guy doing patrol after me to come in early and do it. He says he will, so I head back to the office (I did that while making normal patrol stops) to check the monitors. i get to the office and realize I locked my office key in the office. So I call Al back, the crazy guy who will be doing patrol after me/filling in at Walker, and then go pick him up. As I have written before, he doesn't have a car. He lets me in the office, and while in the office I realize a tube of super glue has leaked in my pocket (I will tell the story behind that in a minute.). Now my hands and pocket are covered in super glue, so my hands feel really odd all night. Holy hell it sucked, still does.
Now the story of why I had super glue in my pocket. Two weeks and one day ago I went to burger king for some croissanwich. Twas delicious, but while I was there, the cashier took it upon himself to break my debit card. I glued it back together successfully. Exactly two weeks later, almost even at the same time, I go back. The same fucking douchebag breaks it again. Next time I see him I might break his face. But I was going to super glue it back together again, and bother to go to the bank to get a new card this time. Then the glue leaked in my pocket.
Feel free to laugh at my expense. It was an odd three hours. I've started to not get mad when shitty things happen to me. instead I realize that it will just make a great story later on. Kind of sad that it's progressed to this level.
posted by Sam at 12:22 AM
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