Funtastic day

Oh what a fucktastic day.

Slither out of bed at 6:45am.
6:50am call from the "OMGEVERYTHINGISTEHBROKEDED!" people.
Read the emails to try and figure out what is teh brokeded.
See that our Manila and India teams are working on the stuff.
Get another call.
Get a "OMGJOINTEHBRIDGE!!"
Join bridge.
Put them on hold and call boss.
Talk for a bit.
Go back to bridge and tell them we are working on it.
Hang up.
Get another bridge number
Forward to teams working on it.
Get another bridge number.
Forward.
Get another bridge number.
Gee. What shall I do with forward.
Shit gets fixed.
Where is the RCA?
Forward.
NED RCA!
Forward.

A this point in the late morning I can finally consider that shower I was hoping to have. I realized that my daily butt massage has started from the construction that is going on in front of the house. They have a couple of pieces of machinery, but not much. I see that Jason's truck is parked in the street and may hinder their access to certain areas that they may need to be in. I wander outside and ask the guy working on the street "Do you want me to move that truck?" He rattles off, "Nah, we're good".

I head back inside to get my manscape and shower going. As I am happily scrubbing off, Hans starts barking. Thinking that he is just getting bitchslapped by the cat, I yell at him to shut the shit up. Bark bark bark bark. I finish up my shower, turn off the water, hear the thumping on my door. I rush to the door in my damn towel which exposes my chiseled ab and my amoeba hard moobs.

Motherbitchslackjawedyokle has now decided that the truck needs to be moved. I dry off, get dressed, move truck. They now have two dump trucks, some scoopy/bulldozer thing, a roadmaker thing, a steamroller, signs, pickup trucks, and a bunch of guys with shovels.

Fuck it. Fuck it in a Geo Metro.