I consider myself to be a good person. I try to stay out of trouble...don't do drugs...no bad police records...don't drink (much). I believe in God and I pray every now and then and not just your hurried morning and evening prayer. I wake up before sunrise, help the wife get our kid ready for school, go to work, then head on straight back home to my family every night. But just this afternoon, sitting alone at work contemplating, I got to thinking: last guys almost always do finish last. Let me discuss further and site some examples to support my newly adapted philosophy.
I was once in a bank to have a check encashed. After waiting for several minutes the teller calls my name to tell me that she could/would not proceed with the transaction unless I present her a second ID. Well, unfortunately I only had one. So there I was holding a check for a small amount of money that I could not use while hundreds of dirty politicians and drug lords transact their businesses at banks all over the country, withdrawing hundreds of thousands of blood money.
Many years ago while hanging out in a Burger Machine (hmmm, classic...)near our house at about 1:00 in the morning, a jeep passing by had a flat tire. Naturally I offered my help. After a few minutes of him (driver) bumbling around, it turns out the guy driving was piss drunk and started hitting his jeep with his wrench and started cursing me because I think he wanted me to do all the work for him. Naturally I left.
When I was still in junior high in a Catholic school, while waiting for our theology teacher (who was on her way to becoming a nun), the class started getting a little rowdy. People were running around, hanging outside the corridors, making paper planes to throw outside the window...well you know the scene. Some of my classmates started writing nasty, perverted stuff on the blackboard. Then when one of the guys spotted the teacher coming everyone panicked. And I, who was sitting front and center (therefore nearest the blackboard) got hold of the eraser and started cleaning the nasty scribbles. Next scene: teacher enters the room to find me the only person left standing, with my hand to the board no less. Teacher took the eraser from my hand and hits my head with it, chalk powder and all. Hey, I have dark brown, curly hair and those white chalk powder didn't come off easily with a simple shaking of the head. It was humiliating.
Fast-forward to now. I work as a sound engineer and I love my job. With all honesty I feel fortunate to have been blessed with it. Lots of great projects...fun people to hang around with...But once in a while you have an experience where you just go "WHAT THE FUCK!!!???" Let me site an example. Here's the scene: It's a friday night, almost seven, and after a hard day's work I finally shut down the computer and hang my bag around my shoulder. Suddenly the phone rings...
ME: Hello...
CLIENT: (in a dominatrix-like voice)Oh good, you're still there. I'll be back there around 8pm to work on something. I have new materials with me...blah,blah,blah...
ME: I was on my way home, but...ok.
ME: (texting my wife) Hi, sorry have to stay here at work...blahblahblah
WIFE: but you said you were on your way home...it's our anniversary and I baked something special...and who's going to eat all this rice...and our daughter needs help with her math...blahblahblah?
ME: I know, I'm sorry but client's breathing down my neck...blahblahblah
Then, at 10pm client is nowhere in sight. Around 10:30 the work materials arrive and still no client. Client calls again and tells me to go ahead and start working on the materials. 1-2am and I'm finally done working. My eyelids weigh like bricks, stomach's hungry as hell, and it feels like a moss garden grew on my tongue (gross, I know). I call to tell client I am done and just waiting. Client says: (voice drowned out by club music) "Oh good. But I won't make it back. Just leave the materials there and I'll have it picked up next monday."
This is the part where I shout:
WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was once in a bank to have a check encashed. After waiting for several minutes the teller calls my name to tell me that she could/would not proceed with the transaction unless I present her a second ID. Well, unfortunately I only had one. So there I was holding a check for a small amount of money that I could not use while hundreds of dirty politicians and drug lords transact their businesses at banks all over the country, withdrawing hundreds of thousands of blood money.
Many years ago while hanging out in a Burger Machine (hmmm, classic...)near our house at about 1:00 in the morning, a jeep passing by had a flat tire. Naturally I offered my help. After a few minutes of him (driver) bumbling around, it turns out the guy driving was piss drunk and started hitting his jeep with his wrench and started cursing me because I think he wanted me to do all the work for him. Naturally I left.
When I was still in junior high in a Catholic school, while waiting for our theology teacher (who was on her way to becoming a nun), the class started getting a little rowdy. People were running around, hanging outside the corridors, making paper planes to throw outside the window...well you know the scene. Some of my classmates started writing nasty, perverted stuff on the blackboard. Then when one of the guys spotted the teacher coming everyone panicked. And I, who was sitting front and center (therefore nearest the blackboard) got hold of the eraser and started cleaning the nasty scribbles. Next scene: teacher enters the room to find me the only person left standing, with my hand to the board no less. Teacher took the eraser from my hand and hits my head with it, chalk powder and all. Hey, I have dark brown, curly hair and those white chalk powder didn't come off easily with a simple shaking of the head. It was humiliating.
Fast-forward to now. I work as a sound engineer and I love my job. With all honesty I feel fortunate to have been blessed with it. Lots of great projects...fun people to hang around with...But once in a while you have an experience where you just go "WHAT THE FUCK!!!???" Let me site an example. Here's the scene: It's a friday night, almost seven, and after a hard day's work I finally shut down the computer and hang my bag around my shoulder. Suddenly the phone rings...
ME: Hello...
CLIENT: (in a dominatrix-like voice)Oh good, you're still there. I'll be back there around 8pm to work on something. I have new materials with me...blah,blah,blah...
ME: I was on my way home, but...ok.
ME: (texting my wife) Hi, sorry have to stay here at work...blahblahblah
WIFE: but you said you were on your way home...it's our anniversary and I baked something special...and who's going to eat all this rice...and our daughter needs help with her math...blahblahblah?
ME: I know, I'm sorry but client's breathing down my neck...blahblahblah
Then, at 10pm client is nowhere in sight. Around 10:30 the work materials arrive and still no client. Client calls again and tells me to go ahead and start working on the materials. 1-2am and I'm finally done working. My eyelids weigh like bricks, stomach's hungry as hell, and it feels like a moss garden grew on my tongue (gross, I know). I call to tell client I am done and just waiting. Client says: (voice drowned out by club music) "Oh good. But I won't make it back. Just leave the materials there and I'll have it picked up next monday."
This is the part where I shout:
WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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