Wednesday, September 12, 2007

i would do anything, well... short of beating a nun to death with a sack filled with puppies

so, interesting day at work yesterday. they asked me to come in to ride along on deliveries. i'm not exactly sure what happenned to whomever was supposed to go, but i replaced them. hey, whatever gets me extra hours. it was pretty decent for the most part, lots of driving, i think i slept for most of it. of course, these were all places i had never heard of, or just streets i've never been near in evansville.

at any rate, the whole reason i'm really mentioning this is for the following: one of the last few deliveries we went on was to the place out in/on yankeetown. we get there, and the is this rather large woman on the porch, who a. doesn't bother to get up, b. doesn't even bother to turn around to talk us, and c. was probably to heavy to do either one. so she has her son show us where we are supposed to put the new washer. so he walks us in to what appears to be a house, which has seemingly exploded inside another house. i mean seriously, this place was not to be believed, unless you watch a lot of those home cleaning shows. like clean sweep with miss nash of reno 911 fame. there were clothes, food and a random assorment of other shit just stacked everywhere. don't get me wrong, i can understand that her old washer was probably broken, but the piles of clothes were not there because they were simply waiting to be washed. unless i suppose, she had 15 other people living in the house with her. not only was the sink overflowing with dishes, but then there were like containers of dishes next to the sink. the floor was missing tiles, in the same way that an oft-traveled path had worn away the grass. plus, there had to be at least a dozen cats. at least one dog, and green fishtank, with fish still in it! on top of everything else, was like an inch thick layer of coco powder, or dust. at this point it was very hard to tell. ok, so we grab her old washer, and it's cover, and while the other guy was disconnecting the hoses from the back of their washer, the kid asks if he wants him to turn the light on. why, oh why did he turn on the light. trust me, clearly seeing everything did not help in this case. so when i actually grab the washer is covered in some kind of glaze. i shit you not, the entire thing was coated in dust bunnies and that gel that comes in a can of spam. we get it out of the house, and wade through her lawn, making sure to wipe our feet before stepping outside again. then we replace the old unit with a brand new like 900 dollar whirlpool unit. at this point my head nearly explodes, because i just don't get where she can scrape together a grand to spend on just a washing machine, and we get to leave. if any of you have seen the remake of Texas Chainsaw Massacre, i'm pretty much just going to make that comparison. the exception being that i wasn't killed by some nutjob in a mask wielding a chainsaw, but everything else was there.

they also called me in to go on deliveries today, but i chose not to go. oddly enough, it had nothing to do with above experience. like i said, most of the trip went well. i just happen to have no money until thursday, and so i wouldn't have been able to get anything to eat while we were out doing deliveries. apparently they don't come back to the store for lunches. which is good to know, and if they ask me to come in tomorrow, i probably will.

in other news, i still haven't heard back from the northridge location in milwaukee concerning my job transfer. which i pretty much feel just isn't going to happen. i would ultimately have to go by the end of october, and i pretty much just feel that it's already too late to even try to find a place to live blah blah blah. so i guess i'll be stuck in this black hole that is evansville for another holiday season. after which, i probably won't be working at my job anymore. i mean i really like it, but if i just have to find a completely different job to move out of evansville, then so be it. it is really not worth spending any more of my time here.

p.s. -- the rock band campus tour is going to be in milwaukee, wisconsin this weekend. and i'm so pissed that i don't get to attend.

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