MistWolf
01-14-2017, 04:47 PM
I am not normally a superstitious guy and Friday the 13th holds no terror or dread for me. In fact, when I was in the Air Force, Friday the 13th was a good day because I got my mid-month pay check two days early, a real boon for a lowly enlisted living pay check to pay check. So I had no reason to believe this Friday the 13th was going to be be anything but good, although I wasn't looking forward to my dental appointment at 1000hrs. Little did I know what the little demons of fate had in store for me.
0100 hrs, near the end of shift- I'd finished cleaning up after working on an airplane out in the paint barn. It needed a rubber coating removed so a corrosion inspection could be performed. Not a difficult job, but it is dull, boring and tedious. Not to mention awkward. I got all my tools put back in my roll away toolbox and pushed the box back to the main hangar and report to the boss what progress was made. It was cold and icy, so I pushed my way to the nearest set of doors. Doors I hadn't used before and was unfamiliar with. They turned out to be rather difficult to navigate, having to push the box up a ramp, the doors opened outward and spaced too close together. But what got me was that once inside the building, there was a narrow ramp I didn't know about. While struggling to get through the last door, the toolbox rolled of the edge of the ramp, tipped and fell on my foot which promptly swelled up to the size of a football. BY the time I got help getting the box back on it's wheels, everybody else, including the boss had left for the night. I parked my boxed, logged out and limped my way out to the car and drove home. I had to wake up the wife and get her to drive me to the emergency room. Foot was deeply bruised. They wrapped it up and told me to keep it elevated. Didn't get home until after 0500 hrs
1015 hrs- Get woke up by a call from the denitist's office- "Where are you?" Crap. had to reschedule the appointment.
1400 hrs- Get a notice from the phone company. "Pay up your past due owed, or we cut you off!" What the heck? I made that payment. I go online and check the bill. Somehow, the last payment made didn't go through. Now, I gotta find out where the money went. Not only that, they screwed up changes made to the phone plan and are charging me an extra $100 on the next bill.
I really hate calling customer service
1545 hrs- "Wanna go see Rogue One?", I ask the wife. "Sure!", she says and gets us prepaid tickets on Fandango for the 1825 hrs show. We get ready, go eat and I limp up to the ticket counter with my wife just a few minutes before the show starts.
The girl looks up our order on the computer and says "Your tickets are for our other theater in the next town over." We don't have the conformation number to get a refund and the only seats left at this theater are either too close or way back in the far corner.
I had to take a moment. At least my foot wasn't broken
Please me your Friday the 13th went better
0100 hrs, near the end of shift- I'd finished cleaning up after working on an airplane out in the paint barn. It needed a rubber coating removed so a corrosion inspection could be performed. Not a difficult job, but it is dull, boring and tedious. Not to mention awkward. I got all my tools put back in my roll away toolbox and pushed the box back to the main hangar and report to the boss what progress was made. It was cold and icy, so I pushed my way to the nearest set of doors. Doors I hadn't used before and was unfamiliar with. They turned out to be rather difficult to navigate, having to push the box up a ramp, the doors opened outward and spaced too close together. But what got me was that once inside the building, there was a narrow ramp I didn't know about. While struggling to get through the last door, the toolbox rolled of the edge of the ramp, tipped and fell on my foot which promptly swelled up to the size of a football. BY the time I got help getting the box back on it's wheels, everybody else, including the boss had left for the night. I parked my boxed, logged out and limped my way out to the car and drove home. I had to wake up the wife and get her to drive me to the emergency room. Foot was deeply bruised. They wrapped it up and told me to keep it elevated. Didn't get home until after 0500 hrs
1015 hrs- Get woke up by a call from the denitist's office- "Where are you?" Crap. had to reschedule the appointment.
1400 hrs- Get a notice from the phone company. "Pay up your past due owed, or we cut you off!" What the heck? I made that payment. I go online and check the bill. Somehow, the last payment made didn't go through. Now, I gotta find out where the money went. Not only that, they screwed up changes made to the phone plan and are charging me an extra $100 on the next bill.
I really hate calling customer service
1545 hrs- "Wanna go see Rogue One?", I ask the wife. "Sure!", she says and gets us prepaid tickets on Fandango for the 1825 hrs show. We get ready, go eat and I limp up to the ticket counter with my wife just a few minutes before the show starts.
The girl looks up our order on the computer and says "Your tickets are for our other theater in the next town over." We don't have the conformation number to get a refund and the only seats left at this theater are either too close or way back in the far corner.
I had to take a moment. At least my foot wasn't broken
Please me your Friday the 13th went better