LL and I had a nice time catching up. Good to see him. LL and I had talked on the phone a lot but never really hung out. Talked about how I was the “goto guy” on the support desk. “You made shit happen, dude.” Not the first time I’ve heard that kind of thing from former customers.
Now unfortunately LL is working for the same manager I did when I worked on that team. And as one of our other friends said, “She doesn’t seem to be doing alright unless she has her boot on someone’s neck. It seems it is you, LL. It used to be T.”
And “T” would be me. She’s the main reason I changed from support to Security support. Because the only way I was gonna get that boot off my neck would be to leave or transfer. Sorry dude. Unfortunately he is probably right. I always thought we didn’t get along because I didn’t take shit from her. We (she and I) came from similar backgrounds too. Not sure how much of that she knew. But I did. Easy to work for if she likes you... Otherwise not so much.
We put all that behind us. LL decided he’d like to do a shot and I was persuaded (mostly by myself, I think) that I should do one too. LL chose Patron Tequila. Man that stuff is smooth. That’s sippin’ tequila. We all bullshitted for a while and I went outside to smoke. When I got back in there was another shot. Shouldn’t have but I did.
LL left shortly after that one (he had quite the drive) and KD and I finished our beers and KD said he was going to drive me home and would bring me over at lunchtime to pick up my car. I didn’t argue. I knew it was a good idea.
So we bailed and he got me to the gate at my apartment complex and I tottered up to 420 and my nice warm bed.
Dude! Where’s my car? or Curse you Final Four!
Slept late. Talked to K. Said he’d be here around 1130. I was ready and we cruised over to the BW3 we had been at. And they were putting up a tent(!) The Saturn Express was amissin’! I went inside and asked if they knew where my car was? A few minutes went by and a manager came out and said he was sorry, he had waited as long as he could but they HAD to get ready for the FINAL FOUR and my car was in the way. And I had missed it by about 30 minutes. He gave me the number for the tow yard and I left before I blew up.
I called the yard and got the address and friend KD said he’d drive me over there. They always seem to put these things on the bad side of town. And this one was no exception. Sooooo... $202 later I left with my wheels.
I was pissed off, hung over, thirsty, hungry, with 202 less in my checking account... Bleh. So I went to:
OnesAMeal! Didn’t even know they had a web page!