Some people love trucks...
But I fuckin don't! Today was my 'official first day back after holidays'. And to celebrate, what does the boss do? He books in two trucks for exhaust jobs. I spent seven hours today under an ice truck and a cement mixer. People who run trucks always leave repairs to the last minute - and in this case, the last minute is when the exhaust is about to fall off. For the exhaust to get to this state, it has to rust. And the resulting rust is all over my clothes and all through my hair. You can't put a truck on a hoist, so both jobs were done on the floor. Welding while you're laying on the floor is not the safest way of doing things. I got sparks in my ear thrice. It's the worst feeling. You can hear the inside of your ear sizzling.
I had a chick ring up wanting a 2.5 inch exhaust on her 1.3l Charade. My answer: "You don't want a 2.5 inch exhaust. That'll make your car slower. We can do a 2" exhaust from the cat back which will give your car better performance and fuel economy for $280".
A 2.5" inch exhaust would have been $350. As you can see, I'm not in this job to be a salesman.
I had another dude call up wanting a mandrel bent exhaust, but he didn't know what mandrel bends were. Too many people reading Hot 4s and Big Wankers.
We watched the Nine Inch Nails DVD and got smashed at Pablo and Al's last night. Fuckin quality is all I can say. After the DVD, I went home and went to sleep listening to NIN. Dead Souls (it's off the Crow soundtrack Austin. Download that song man) came on and I was happy. I probably slept with a smile on my face all night.
Woke up at 5:30 this morning, went through the motions and caught the train. This morning, I was smart - I flogged my sister's discman. Listened to Hilltop, Dandy Warhols and Filter on the train. It's my comedown cd.
Got to Hornsby, walked halfway to work, smoking a cigga. Got to a downhill slope and thought 'Alright, no effort required here' and got onto Jeff's skateboard. Slowly, it started gaining speed. It didn't hit me till I was doing about 30kph that I hadn't thought about stopping. The end of the street is an avenue with cars parked everywhere. Then, the board got the death wobbles. So I thought 'shit, now is the time to bail' and bail I did. Left foot hit the ground and it seemed quite natural that this movement would see me sliding flat on my face for a metre. I hit the ground with my palms, scraped my right elbow and the left side of my hip and I was back up - right next to the board which was still moving down the hill at a fair pace. Needless to say, I picked the board up and walked the rest of the way to work. So, I still don't know how to stop from speed, but I managed to pass the stacking course without fucking myself up too badly.
I called the dude who smashed into my car this arvo. The call went like this:
"Hey, it's Sean from the acco"
(Some sort of groan)
"What are you doing about fixing my car?"
"Shit............. I can't afford it,.....I really can't afford it"
"Well something's got to be done man. I can't afford it either. I didn't fucking smash it, you did. I don't care if you pay it off over time, but it has to be paid for"
"I suppose I might be able to do $50 a week. I can't talk right now."
"Have a think about it. I'll get back to you next week"
"Alright"
I was hoping for at least $100 a week, but $50 is better than nothing. It just means it'll take him 5 months to pay it back. That can go straight into my loan if I get it.
And finally, my last complaint for the day: Why the fuck is television so shit at the moment? It's really fuckin bad. I can't even find anything bearable to watch.
Desite my shit day, I'm in a pretty good mood at the moment.
Richards
