Life pisses me off sometimes. Just the little things, like my snake business.
I am busting my ass to make breeding ball pythons my job. I am constantly looking for deals and trades that will bump me up to that next level...
always researching, looking at pics, learning more about genetics...
and I am doing well. I have a long list of potential buyers. I have some nice animals...
and yet I watch these yahoos on Youtube...who just going out and drop their $7000 income tax return (because they have a couple kids) on snakes, breed them, and sell them...and they make more money then I do...with half the fucking work.
Irritating has hell. Sure, my rep is better than theirs...and I probably feel a lot more pride about my collection that I have worked hard to obtain...
but it still urks me beyond belief.
And it seems like every fucking thing I do in life needs to be a fucking chore.
Example: Moving my car to my step dad's today so we can work on it.
We rented a Uhaul trailer so we could get the car like 2 miles from my house to my mom's.
Well the fucking trailer HAD to be in Waterbury, which is normally a 20 minute rive, but in his old ass Ford F-250 on a Friday during rush hour...was 45 minutes to and from...so that killed 1.5 hours.
Then we had to push the car out of the driveway...with the god damn passenger tire having gone flat....out into the road, up the street a bit...and then RUN while pushing the car to get the momentum to get it up on the trailer.
So...very...sore...
So then we got it to the house, and another 1.5 hours to return the fucking trailer to Waterbury because it couldn't be a one way...(allowing me to drop it off in town).
No...THAT would be too fucking easy.
So the car is there, and we did not even think about starting to work on it...
supposed to start that Saturday. I am HOPING that because of all the shit it took to get it there, kharma will make it a quick and easy fix, but considering how much the universe likes to FUCK ME...we shall see.
Did I mention it was $100 just to move the car? $60 for the trailer, $40 in gas for his ancient gas guzzler.
I can't be mad at Mike...he is helping me fix my car without asking for more than gas money and beer...but the situation is annoying.
Then to top it all off...besides the fact that I fucking hate working the weekends at this soul crushing hotel (and yes, I am constantly looking for something else), my fucking boss replaces me most mornings on the weekends. My shift ends at 7am...he wanders down whenever the fuck he feels like it. Last week I left at 8:45...
well tonight, he's not even in the fucking hotel!
I hope he realizes I am leaving at 7am. I have to walk home and sleep so I can work on my car.
I will process the check outs and have the live-in maintenance guy watch the desk because I don't give a fuck. What is he going to do? Fire me for leaving at my scheduled time? Call me up and bitch at me because he can't fucking be to work on HIS shift.
Go for it. Firing me would be a fucking BLESSING...
/end fucking rant.
Feels good to rant...regardless of how unimportant my "white person problems" are in the grand scheme.
Where the fuck did I got wrong to end up a 31 year old man making $10 an hour...who still carries a fucking backpack to work? Seriously...what the fuck?
At least this cheers me up a little.
-Me
-added-
Ok, well my boss actually showed up at 6am. Surprised the shit out of me to be honest...so I might actually leave on time today (gasp)
Also added...new celeb crush.
Aubrey Plaza
Dem legs...and eyes
I am busting my ass to make breeding ball pythons my job. I am constantly looking for deals and trades that will bump me up to that next level...
always researching, looking at pics, learning more about genetics...
and I am doing well. I have a long list of potential buyers. I have some nice animals...
and yet I watch these yahoos on Youtube...who just going out and drop their $7000 income tax return (because they have a couple kids) on snakes, breed them, and sell them...and they make more money then I do...with half the fucking work.
Irritating has hell. Sure, my rep is better than theirs...and I probably feel a lot more pride about my collection that I have worked hard to obtain...
but it still urks me beyond belief.
And it seems like every fucking thing I do in life needs to be a fucking chore.
Example: Moving my car to my step dad's today so we can work on it.
We rented a Uhaul trailer so we could get the car like 2 miles from my house to my mom's.
Well the fucking trailer HAD to be in Waterbury, which is normally a 20 minute rive, but in his old ass Ford F-250 on a Friday during rush hour...was 45 minutes to and from...so that killed 1.5 hours.
Then we had to push the car out of the driveway...with the god damn passenger tire having gone flat....out into the road, up the street a bit...and then RUN while pushing the car to get the momentum to get it up on the trailer.
So...very...sore...
So then we got it to the house, and another 1.5 hours to return the fucking trailer to Waterbury because it couldn't be a one way...(allowing me to drop it off in town).
No...THAT would be too fucking easy.
So the car is there, and we did not even think about starting to work on it...
supposed to start that Saturday. I am HOPING that because of all the shit it took to get it there, kharma will make it a quick and easy fix, but considering how much the universe likes to FUCK ME...we shall see.
Did I mention it was $100 just to move the car? $60 for the trailer, $40 in gas for his ancient gas guzzler.
I can't be mad at Mike...he is helping me fix my car without asking for more than gas money and beer...but the situation is annoying.
Then to top it all off...besides the fact that I fucking hate working the weekends at this soul crushing hotel (and yes, I am constantly looking for something else), my fucking boss replaces me most mornings on the weekends. My shift ends at 7am...he wanders down whenever the fuck he feels like it. Last week I left at 8:45...
well tonight, he's not even in the fucking hotel!
I hope he realizes I am leaving at 7am. I have to walk home and sleep so I can work on my car.
I will process the check outs and have the live-in maintenance guy watch the desk because I don't give a fuck. What is he going to do? Fire me for leaving at my scheduled time? Call me up and bitch at me because he can't fucking be to work on HIS shift.
Go for it. Firing me would be a fucking BLESSING...
/end fucking rant.
Feels good to rant...regardless of how unimportant my "white person problems" are in the grand scheme.
Where the fuck did I got wrong to end up a 31 year old man making $10 an hour...who still carries a fucking backpack to work? Seriously...what the fuck?
At least this cheers me up a little.
-Me
-added-
Ok, well my boss actually showed up at 6am. Surprised the shit out of me to be honest...so I might actually leave on time today (gasp)
Also added...new celeb crush.
Aubrey Plaza
Dem legs...and eyes
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