Sooooo, how you doin?

I’m much better today.  Yesterday was a ‘not so much’ kind of day.  In fact it sucked great big hairy testes, the kind that have been trapped up in the same drawers for 5 100 degree days straight!  Yep those kind.  So I havent been sleeping well the past few nights and between that and frustration I about lost it. 

It all started with morning coffee, I got a fresh cup and added my splenda, walked up to the 4th floor to snag some cream because we only have to powder stuff on mine.  Made my way back down to my desk and took that fate full first sip….YUCK!  I don’t know what I did to it, but it was horrible.  So like the genius I am, I took another sip to verify the first findings and sure enough…it hadn’t gotten any better.  FF to lunch time.

So we are getting geared up for lunch and it is me, my buddy Sammy (freshly back from Afghanistan) and Cheryl who I just love to death So Cheryl is not down in the lobby yet and I decide that it would be best for Cheryl to have a somewhat clean place to sit.  I give the order and Sammy and I go out to the car for some cleaning detail.  Nothing fancy, just toss everything (trash and crap) into the trunk.  Well the front tire to my bicycle in is the trunk (rest on the roof rack) and I pull it out and lean it on the back of the car because I didn’t want to stack a bunch of crap on it.  Sammy and open the doors and start hurrying to clean up.  I’m on the drivers side and he is on the passenger side.  I make my last trip back and Sammy closes the trunk, moves up to the back passenger door (4 door civic) and gets in….leaving the front passenger door open.  I tell him not to worry I will back up fast and hit the break causing the door to shut.  So I back up with quickness and hear a crunching rubbing sound and slam on the break, knowing what had happened.  I was like WTF!!!  NO NO NO @(@#(@$#(*(*#&$^%*(%(@(@*&#@&@((!)  Sammy shut the trunk and didn’t see/put the tire in the trunk before I backed over it.  Now I don’t blame him because I should have remembered to do myself, but now the skewer is at a 90 degree angle and I am LIVID!!  FF 20 seconds.

So we drive to the front of the building to get Cheryl who was late coming down and missed all of this.  We wait…and wait….I call her….and wait for what seemed like 5 minutes but was more like 1 because I am still pissed beyond belief.  She comes out bubbly and happy which annoyed me even more, gets in and we go to drop her off at the restaurant to order for us because Sammy had to go to the bike shop anyway and now…so do I.  FF to LBS.

I need to replace this bent skewer.  The brand new employee says “I can try and help you” 5 minutes later no luck and I am at level 10 now.  Not because of her (she is nothing but sweet) but because of the situation.  So after 10 minutes and only a $60 dollar solution I say no thanks and we leave.  Sammy got what he needed so I thought I would just try my shop that I bought the bike at.  FF to pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant.

I am now at Level 12, and we wip into the lot where there is covered parking and I ask Sam to get out and see if we can make it in.  So he gets out and looks at one side, and then the other and I am now Level 13.  So he notices the bike on the roof and seems kind of startledby it which makes it Level 14 now because I am witnessing this as it all unfolds.  I think I might have started twitching.  So he doesn’t think it is going to make it so I back up and swing into another spot at the back of the place.  I get out, slam the door and march up to the front of the place because we are now half way into lunch and I am frustrated beyond all belief….even more so.  As I try to double the steps, I trip and slam my knee in the concrete, jump up and want to crush something…ANYTHING!!!  If I could have turned in the hulk, it would have happened.  Level 27 now.  I reach for the door and push..no good because you have to pull.  28.  Now I am sitting in the booth half ready to cry out of frustration, but the food comes and we eat…I eat quietly.  FF to exit.

So we pile into the car and pull out of the parking lot which has a large hump that I had no problem clearing with just me and Sammy but Cheryl was the straw that broke the Camels back.  Weighing in at maybe 115lb the combination of her and Sammy on that side caused the car to scrape the crap out of the undercarriage and I just drove right on through it saying ‘It doesn’t F%CKING MATTER ANYMORE’ Level 29…of 10.

That is where I am going to leave yesterday.  I went home early because my knee was bleeding through my slacks and after the Adrenalin wore off it really started to throb.  I went to my bike shop and they fixed my wheel up for me and I went home and crashed.  I really think it was just exhaustion that got the better of me because I have not been that mad in forever.  Just for the record…I have no one to blame but myself, its just funny how somethings can snowball into a blizzard.

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~ by fatcycleguy on June 13, 2008.