Neaker Girl

Saturday, April 01, 2006
I had it coming

Boy, let me tell you about a little story about I had it coming. Last time I posted, I was in a pure hate mood. Well that continued on for about a week. Last week was the week from hell at work. So, I was going to show those little shits what it's like to be woke up 50 times a night for nothing at all. I wrote warnings up as the supervisor for the creeps that call me at 2 in the morning for nothing but to say, I don't feel well or I did not get the hallway swept(hehehehe) in the back round is what I am hearing. Anyway, 2 people quite and one just did not show up for their shift. That leaves a pile on me to get shifts covered. After getting all the shifts covered and trying to hire new employees, last Monday rolled around. I was still feeling really shitty and decided to have a few drinks with the old man.
The story does not stop there. As the night proceeded on, I got more and more ticked off at the world, and the old man was in my path. He was being himself, but I did not like it one bit!!!!! As his arms are around two other chicks, hugging and hugging. I walked up to him (the two chicks are gay by the way), and set my drink down next to him(well slammed it on the bar). Then all I said to him was GOOD NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!
I started weaving my way home on foot, and he followed and walked right into arguing with me more and more. He ended up walking down one street yelling at me while I was walking down another one yelling right back.
I stopped at my car to get a pack of smokes out of it, and turned around and was so ticked off, I continued to stomp my feet all the way home. The catch to the stomping was that I hit a pot hole(drunk) and twisted my ankle.
I crawled the rest of the way home on my hands and knees even more ticked off at my self because I fell and could not get up. Got up stairs and he of course said "what took you so long"
Well, I'm still pissed at my self and I continued to yell back at him telling him it was all his fault.
(the reason I fell that is).
He finally seen my foot, and it had swollen up the size of a football. Ok, now you got two drunks trying to fix a foot that looks as if it could be used in a local neighborhood game. All I could do is yell at him not to touch it, and then he would continue to try to examine it and wrap it with ice.
The big kicker is that I had to go in for x-rays the next day and my insurance would not be in affect until the 1st of April.
Found I had torn the ligaments away from my foot and ankle. Now this is nice, 6 months to recoup because I was ticked off and stomping my feet like a 2 year old child. Gotta love it.
Boy, I had that one coming to me full force.
Love,
me

Posted by Neaker Girl :: 4/01/2006 03:20:00 PM :: 1 comments