more lower body metaphors
Jul. 7th, 2007 09:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susandennis"We lost a leg. It's underground. They called an underground crew. Restoration probably in hours."
Scott, the manager, has posted himself outside his office spouting the good news to everyone he sees.
Some of the people in our parking garage have car lifts. This enables them to have two parking spaces in one spot. The lifts are pneumatic but they have electrical motors. So cars left up in the air last night are up in the air still.
Scott told me today that some dude whaled all over him before 8 this morning about having to have his car that is on the lift. "You have to fix it now. I have to have my car." Apparently, the guy honestly figured that Scott just did not understand the criticality of the situation. Scott said it was hard not to laugh at him.
When I came back from the gym, I circled back by his office and he had his computer tunes cranked up and he was mellow yellow. He stopped one young woman who was walking across the garage "Do you want an update?" "Oh, I don't care. Doesn't matter. We figure it will get fixed when it get fixed." She made my day. Looking at her (20ish and particular) I would have assumed she would be pissy about it and she was just the opposite. Nice.
I am skipping the shower for now. I may take a bird bath in the dark. Or I may just stink. I could go to the gym but then I'd work up a sweat getting back up here.
On the way up side, at least I know I can go out and come back. Six months ago, there is no way I could have climbed those stairs to get up here. No fucking way.
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Oh Scott did tell me that the restaurant next door had laid in 3 times the normal amount of food to feed the throngs (who are already gathering) coming for the Kenny Chesney concert. They have no juice. No power. Nothing. No burgers. No sandwiches. No fries and no... cold beer. Poor guys.
Scott, the manager, has posted himself outside his office spouting the good news to everyone he sees.
Some of the people in our parking garage have car lifts. This enables them to have two parking spaces in one spot. The lifts are pneumatic but they have electrical motors. So cars left up in the air last night are up in the air still.
Scott told me today that some dude whaled all over him before 8 this morning about having to have his car that is on the lift. "You have to fix it now. I have to have my car." Apparently, the guy honestly figured that Scott just did not understand the criticality of the situation. Scott said it was hard not to laugh at him.
When I came back from the gym, I circled back by his office and he had his computer tunes cranked up and he was mellow yellow. He stopped one young woman who was walking across the garage "Do you want an update?" "Oh, I don't care. Doesn't matter. We figure it will get fixed when it get fixed." She made my day. Looking at her (20ish and particular) I would have assumed she would be pissy about it and she was just the opposite. Nice.
I am skipping the shower for now. I may take a bird bath in the dark. Or I may just stink. I could go to the gym but then I'd work up a sweat getting back up here.
On the way up side, at least I know I can go out and come back. Six months ago, there is no way I could have climbed those stairs to get up here. No fucking way.
--
Oh Scott did tell me that the restaurant next door had laid in 3 times the normal amount of food to feed the throngs (who are already gathering) coming for the Kenny Chesney concert. They have no juice. No power. Nothing. No burgers. No sandwiches. No fries and no... cold beer. Poor guys.
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Date: 2007-07-07 10:39 pm (UTC)Or they'll be fired. (maybe that one's true)
They're indispensible.
We've had customers like that who ranted and raved about having to take a day off to let the movers in.
Asshats.
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Date: 2007-07-08 04:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-08 04:49 pm (UTC)