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03-25-2014 10:13 PM |
warning - you may want to skip this - it' s very long and drawn out
To sleep all night. I only slept about 5 hours last night.
Today was the day from hell. Someone else is working on a server issue. I found evidence when I remoted in today. I know who is doing it and it is fine with me. Here is what pisses me off. He won't provide a courtesy phone call or email to tell me he is fixing the issue. He did this same thing about 2 or 3 years ago. I did not have the energy to contact him ... and exchange words today ...blah ... blah ... so I basically told my supervisor I had backed the heck out of it. Otherwise, we'd be stepping all over each others modifications in there.
After work, found some great 2 by 4's at Mr. Sandman's mattress business. He is super nice, always tells me to please take all I want. That took about an hour. Then the windshield business had some great 2 by 4's on their dock ... Some little special project boards too. I was on the dock pulling boards off cardboard and here comes this weird little fuck. He pulled up from around back of the business. He had a small black plastic bag, walked around 3 different dumpsters ... was behind one too long for my liking ... then acted as though he was going to come up on the dock with me. I was making sure he knew I was watching him hard. I picked up a 2 by 4 with lots of nails sticking out the end and glared at him. He turned away from the stairs. Then came walking over there below where I was working. He would bend down and pick up a random piece of junk and put in this little black trash bag. When he was close, I told him he was coming up too close on me and I did not like it. Then I again picked up the 2 by 4 with the cluster of nails on the end, acted like I was really examining the board and not paying him any attention. I had the strangest feeling ... like he was wanting to jump up on the dock ... and he was just a few feet below. He asked me if I was cold. I said no only because I was working. I told him I knew these people at this business. And I do. The place is closed on Saturdays but every once in a while, two or three African - American guys come by who work there ... we always talk and cut up ... they always insist on helping me put boards on my truck.
Then this weird little fuck tells me he works here. I said it is strange because I had never seen him there and I kept working. I told him I was watching him. Next, he asks my name. I ignored him. I won't continue with the rest of the story, nothing happened ... but does anyone besides me find this odd? I mean, he pulls from around back. Stops his truck quite a distance from me, sits and watches me a few minutes, then instead of pulling his truck down on the concrete platform of this business "where he works" ... he gets out with a little black nothing of a trash bag ... zig zags all around several dumpsters with it ... is out of my view behind one too long for my comfort ... then begins approaching the stairwell, changes his mind ... starts picking up little pieces of rubber, plastic and wood - not really cleaning up anything and works his way directly beneath me. And I suppose wants conversation by asking my name. Wiry little caucasian man, nice looking, normal looking ... ignores me when I say he is getting too close to me ... blah blah ... and acts like he wants to talk by asking my name. He finally left with his little trash bag. Why didn't he throw it in the dumpster? When he was behind that dumpster and out of my view, I walked around so I could see him. He was bent over the bag, taking objects out that did not look like trash but I could not see well enough to know what they were. He appeared to be rearranging them in the bag. I don' t know what he had.
Top it off, had a huge screw in my left back tire as I was leaving the industrial park. It was clicking so loud, thought it had to be a large rock lodged in the tread. Thank goodness I had a plug kit and my Sears Diehard portable power 1150 in the truck because it has a built in air compressor. Didn't take long to plug it, put air in the tire ... then on my way.
The more I think about that fellow with the black trash bag ... it seems so odd. One thing for sure, I want to go by the business during working hours and see if I see his white older model truck with factory brown stripes down the sides.
Good grief, I just wrote a novel. If anyone made it though this entire post, you must be bored to tears. It helped me to write it out and process it.
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