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Originally Posted by junkDNA
i feel like crap. physically.
i saw T today. then i went to work. the managers called me into the office. i got so scared. i knew i was in trouble. i went in there and he said that i am being written up bc i gave a customer their check back with their receipt. he said it happened on thursday. he made me sign this paper saying what i did. iwas so scared my hand was shaking. he said its not a big deal just be more careful. but guys, i was really scared...
anyway ive felt sick all day and i still feel sick. i havent ate all day and i have no appetite. i thought i had a fever at work. todays been rough....
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I work as a painter and drywaller by day. I work along beside my boss. He's just a great guy, a gentle giant who lets everything slide off his back. He has a few sayings like:
Next problem
Everything is fixable in America
Kill them with kindness
We just got to show up and fight
It's like a dance
I mess up all the time. As long as we act we err (Faust).
Want to hear an epic ****up? I was driving the big company van in the city. I took it down this tiny alley. I even had to twist the mirrors in and I scraped a HUGE part of the back of the van! I was shaking! I offered to pay for the paintjob and everything. I in such shock that I instinctively called him and told him right away. He said okay, and then he later saw it and said, Oh it's not that bad, I thought you bent the door joint so we couldn't get the door open. We can buff this out. Later that day we go to the bar and have a few drinks. The first beer I had everyone, including my boss, were saying, "woah! I don't think your going to fit that pitcher into the glass, Stephen! The jokes didn't stop. I wasn't sure if it was more humiliating or nerve-racking. I felt so bad. I kept on offering to pay for the scratches. It just so happened that we had a chemical to get the scratches off, because all it was was layers of paint from the ally graffiti. Phew.