Magnum OPUS!

Ok, so I know I missed yesterday. Been happening alot lately, however this time was not my fault, lol. I didn't arrive home till almost nine, then I surely had to eat, shower and sleep. So as to why I arrived home so late? We'll get to that in a moment. First though, I must tell you about this cute old couple I met that day. They were OLD as dirt, lol... but oh so nice. They had been married for SIXTY FOUR YEARS! They met, get this, at a movie theatre they both worked at! I love this story already cuz it involves the theatre! He was an usher at the theatre, already that dates him as being ancient, lol! She was the "candy girrrrl" No misspell, thats how she said it. Wow, that's awesome! Gives one hope doesn't it.

So on to the assholes who made me stay out till forever. Ok, so they weren't exactly assholes, but feels good to call them that, lol. So my first mistake was thinking this was a quick job... always bites me in the ass. Simple swap replace receiver, 30 min job turns into FOUR HOURS! So first the lady decides she want another receiver added to the order... Lady, figure out what you want THEN place your order. You don't order a pepperoni pizza, then as thy're bringing it out you decide you want a supreme! Cuz I'd spit in your damn supreme! I've seen WAAAAY worse, but I'm sure that's someone elses blog. Too bad I can't spit on your service... spitting on the dish does me no good. Made me feel a tad better. So, then I notice that last douche bag out there mounted the dish improperly. It's squished up against the chimney, all warped and shit! So the easy thing would be to move the dish onto the roof just two feet away from where the dish is. Well the customer proceeds in telling me this LOOOOOOONG and boring story about why he doesn't want it there, he wants it somewhere else. Well at the end of his opus, I tell him he lost me in the sea (of bullshit) So I have to relocate the dish cuz it would be "visible" where I wanted to put it. Cuz two feet makes SUCH a big difference in being visible... he must have eyes like Mr. Magoo! Blind bastard. So I rerun cable lines through his attic, mount the dish... then FINALLY finish what I was sent there to do. Some people ya know? Why do I need to hear you tell me a crap bedtime story as to why two feet makes such a huge difference, and why you now have an exterior kitchen... what the hell do I care about your crappy grill you bought at wally world. Lets try to cut the crap, tell me what you want, cuz it's about to rain on my gay ass, and I want to get home to watch my gay ass show! Maybe if you got a little gay in you your stories would be more entertaining... just sayin