What the hell?!?

I am sitting here listening to people in the next cube discuss their new BMWs, Audis, Mercedes, etc.

The '96 Neon I drive is now smoking copiously from under the hood every morning. I cannot afford to have it looked at.

What the fuck is wrong with this picture?

What the hell?!?

I am sitting here listening to people in the next cube discuss their new BMWs, Audis, Mercedes, etc.

The '96 Neon I drive is now smoking copiously from under the hood every morning. I cannot afford to have it looked at.

What the fuck is wrong with this picture?

Some days...

Some days it doesn't pay to get up.

...

I wake up at 5:20am (in pitch dark, of course) and turn off the alarm clock (it goes off at 5:30). Go downstairs, sit down on the couch, and pull a blanket over me. When I wake up it I am running late. My own fault, of course.

There's a jerk who has been parking his car in the worst spot possible across from our driveway. I have to make about a 38-point turn to get out. The stupid fucker doesn't even live within three houses of us; I don't know why he has chosen to leave his car there. And that's just what he does: the goddamned car never moves, except to be moved a few feet up or down the street during a snowstorm. For some reason that allows the bastard to not get a ticket. No such luck for me, of course; I owe the fucking bastard police department of Woonsocket $100 because my car was on the street when a snowstorm hit us overnight.

I switch out Teri's car, pull out the Neon, and back Teri's car in to make it slightly easier for her to get out of the driveway. Hop in my car and take off for the train station. I have a good chance to make it.

Five minutes later a huge car carrier pulls out in front of me. It stops at every light. It never goes above 20 miles per hour. I can't get around it.

Eventually it turns off. But now there's a school bus ahead of me. A school bus that makes frequent stops, and takes extra time to sit there, blocking traffic, after the (slow-walking) kids get on. It stays in my way for a long, long time. My blood pressure soars.

I realize that I will have to divert to make a later train at a different station. The school bus stays in front of me.

Finally it turns off. I have eight minutes to make the second train; tight, but I should be able to make it! I step on the gas.

Three seconds later I come up on ANOTHER fucking school bus. It's worse than the first one; sits there for longer, with even SLOWER-walking kids. And it stops for train tracks, too. Nice LONG stops.

All hope vanishes.

Finally I pull into the station...just in time to see the second train start up and pull away. I will now have the pleasure of waiting for 45 minutes for the next train, and I will be very, very late for work.

I scream "FUCK!!!!" at the top of my lungs until my throat is raw.

...

Some days it doesn't pay to get up.

Some days...

Some days it doesn't pay to get up.

...

I wake up at 5:20am (in pitch dark, of course) and turn off the alarm clock (it goes off at 5:30). Go downstairs, sit down on the couch, and pull a blanket over me. When I wake up it I am running late. My own fault, of course.

There's a jerk who has been parking his car in the worst spot possible across from our driveway. I have to make about a 38-point turn to get out. The stupid fucker doesn't even live within three houses of us; I don't know why he has chosen to leave his car there. And that's just what he does: the goddamned car never moves, except to be moved a few feet up or down the street during a snowstorm. For some reason that allows the bastard to not get a ticket. No such luck for me, of course; I owe the fucking bastard police department of Woonsocket $100 because my car was on the street when a snowstorm hit us overnight.

I switch out Teri's car, pull out the Neon, and back Teri's car in to make it slightly easier for her to get out of the driveway. Hop in my car and take off for the train station. I have a good chance to make it.

Five minutes later a huge car carrier pulls out in front of me. It stops at every light. It never goes above 20 miles per hour. I can't get around it.

Eventually it turns off. But now there's a school bus ahead of me. A school bus that makes frequent stops, and takes extra time to sit there, blocking traffic, after the (slow-walking) kids get on. It stays in my way for a long, long time. My blood pressure soars.

I realize that I will have to divert to make a later train at a different station. The school bus stays in front of me.

Finally it turns off. I have eight minutes to make the second train; tight, but I should be able to make it! I step on the gas.

Three seconds later I come up on ANOTHER fucking school bus. It's worse than the first one; sits there for longer, with even SLOWER-walking kids. And it stops for train tracks, too. Nice LONG stops.

All hope vanishes.

Finally I pull into the station...just in time to see the second train start up and pull away. I will now have the pleasure of waiting for 45 minutes for the next train, and I will be very, very late for work.

I scream "FUCK!!!!" at the top of my lungs until my throat is raw.

...

Some days it doesn't pay to get up.

Levers

My solution to VectorPark's "Levers".



I wish they'd do some new stuff.

Levers

My solution to VectorPark's "Levers".



I wish they'd do some new stuff.