It's not THAT bad!

So it was raining something fierce the other day. Just a side note, not the same when I don't blog about the day on the day, but i didn't get home till after eight, and i had to eat, then go to bed. So I get all my jobs done by three! I thought, how awesome is this! I'll go home and clean, and have a nice evening... well not according to the Nazis I work for! So they send me an hour from where I am... really an hour? Why not just send me to Mississippi?! So I can really enjoy true redneckisms! Not that we don't have PLENTY of missing teeth on this side of the state line. So I get to my next job, and its a nasty garbage filled trailer! Instead of a skirt, it has piles of crap around it to keep the "bugs out" Whatever gets you through the night! So it starts raining... and thundering...YESSSSSSS!!!! Sorry ma'am I cant work in thunder... and before I can finish my sentence, she says, "I think we need to reschedule, its getting pretty bad" WOW, what a nice lady! So then I think, well its almost 5:30, for sure I'll get to go home.... NOPE! So I head out another 40 minutes away.... again, why not just rent me a hotel room for the night you bastards! I can't help the damn weather! I put my quarter in the payhpone, and gave God a quick call, and bribed him my soul for some thunder...lol! So I get to my last job, I hope, and apparently the rain and thunder has followed me. So I say the same to her... and she says, "I NEED MY TV! It's not THAT bad!" Meanwhile visibility ZERO! The sky is getting lit like crazy by the lightning... yeah not that bad! Tell you what you whacky woman... go and hold my metal umbrella for me... real high now so you can get your hyena ass a real good jolt up your ass! Why would I wanna die to give you your cheap ass TV, no HD, no DVR.... whats the point? Let me just kill myself.... FOR YOU! Yeah, I die, and you STILL don't get TV... so how about NO!!!! You can just get a reschedule! And you know what this bitch says? "You can wait it out" Yeah I can wait it out comfortably in my bed asleep, you wait out here for me with my "special" umbrella and I'm goin home you moron! This dish is made of metal, do I look like Ben Franklin?! Some people, ya know? Who demands to get a satellite installed on a day such as this? You are not important enough for me to pull you out of a pile of shit, eww by the way, so I think I'm gonna go ahead and leave. Seems that's how my stories end.