Makin' Bikes

So last night found me at work at the local Target with S, helping him assemble bicycles. I was wearing ridiculously high heels and pantyhose and my feet were killing me, but I did find the whole process quite interesting and I have a whole new respect for S and the hard work he does to make money for his family. Of course, I always find other people's jobs fascinating, and I love to read books like Gig and Stud Terkel's Working and the like. S is really fast at assembling bikes too and he pretty much had to teach himself most of this stuff. I don't think I could do it.

The reason I was at work with him is b/c he had to come pick me up from work. The reason he had to come pick me up was b/c I was driving his car to Job #2 yesterday morning when all of a sudden, on the highway, I heard this hissing noise and saw smoke start to come out from under the engine and realized the car was majorly overheating. Yes--more car troubles. This in addition to the flat tire I got in that same car this past weekend. So now the car is sitting at our trusted mechanic's with a donut on and hopefully will be ready tomorrow. At which time we then get to worry about tires and how we're going to get some. Well, J. says her mechanic friend can get us some used tires. That's what it's going to have to be!!!

When it rains, it pours. Our lawyer said that on top of everything else, we are not going to trial next week. We knew it was a long shot but we're still pissed b/c now we have to wait until February Fucking the 4th to go to trial, so 2 more months of this bullshit. By then the whore will have given birth to her demon spawn that may or may not be dickhead's fetus, knowing what a whore she is, but I'm sure he doesn't care anyway, and I can't imagine what new stall tactic they will be able to come up with in February but I guess we'll have to wait and see.

So at the very least, I am still going to take 2 vacation days next week that were supposed to be for trial but now they are going to be for making some $ at Job #2. It's the least I can do.

Well, we did go see the new Coen Bros. movie on Sunday night. I liked it but I think Fargo is still their best movie. I loved the Javier Bardem psychotic killer character, though. He was terrifying. S said he reminded him a lot of his father! ["Did your father ever kill a man?" I eagerly asked S. "No, but he once threw a guy through a plate glass window", was the answer.] I know for a fact that I would make a great killer/assassin/hitman, whatever you want to call it. I've always believed that some people just plain and simple need killin'. S says he also wanted to be a Ninja for the longest time! Ooooh, don't worry, gentle blog readers! Hopefully you all know that we're not the sociopathic kind of killers, but rather the dishing out justice (heh) kind! But seriously, I never understand cops who suffer emotionally after killing someone. The way I figure, it's just one less turd breathing my air. In fact, when the sheriff's dept. investigator first came out to my home before I started the academy to interview me about why I wanted to be a cop, and he asked me how I would feel if I had to kill someone, I hoped I didn't answer too suspiciously quickly when I responded that I would have no problem with it.