Please note- This is a rant post, and i am a farmer who used to be a welder. There will be swears. Many, many swears.
“Never throughout history has a man who lived a life of ease left a name worth remembering.” Theodore Roosevelt.
Well JESUS FUCKING CHRIST how well remembered does my name need to be?!
Off to work at 10:30pm, finish at 5:30am and get ready for the next job only to get stuck in a traffic jam because the Rhodes Scholars in charge of road maintenance decided to reseal the Sunshine Motorway during peak hour. 200m and half a fucking hour later my car decides not to restart. So there i am pushing my SNAFU Lancer along the motorway, and not one of the pieces of shit driving past had the decency to let me get over to the side of the road, let alone actually provide any kind of help.
So after 2 days of working my guts out for everyone else in the bloody world, WHERE IN THE FLYING FUCK IS THE KARMA?! WHEN THE HELL IS IT MY GODDAMN TURN!!
Even in the middle of a rant i have to stop and acknowledge that my brother came to my rescue with jumper cables, and my amazing boss let him, but could the whole fucking thing have just NOT HAPPENED IN THE FIRST PLACE?
Oh and then when i did eventually reach work i picked up an "empty" spraygun pot which of course was actually full of thinners and not closed properly.
Normal chirpy optimist programming will resume tomorrow.