At 12/30/12 04:45 PM, morefngdbs wrote:
Was that humbug baked ?
or do you Bar-B-Q it ?
that humbug was slow roasted in my shoes for 17 hours of pure unadulterated hell after working for 17 hours the previous day with only 6 hours for rest. Problem is there was a change in venue when my landlady's family all show up at her place instead of her going elsewhere because she had the only sturdy house and there was a tornado watch in effect. Needless to say it was WAY too loud to sleep. Then a tornado knocks the power out where I work an hour before i show up to work. the place has a generator, but it can't run everything so we had to turn off the AC and the grill vent kept tripping its circuit breaker. needless to say tempers were flying and I was just trying to make it til morning.
somehow I made it, I was ready to breathe fire by time i got home and apparently so was the small ceramic heater that i use to heat my room. I turn it on, lay down, and I hear this odd popping noise. i look to see the thing belching flames sparks and smoke. I open the window and hurl the thing into the yard. at this point I'm tired, agitated, cold, AND my nerves were rattled. after letting the ice cold weather in and the smoke out I tried to sleep, but couldn't because my face was practically numb from the cold. I ended up going to walmart to buy a new heater, which took the last bit of money I had. I ended up eating ramen noodles the entire week because it was all I could afford.
It also doesnt help that I wake up that night with my left hand so bad off that I couldn't grip anything because i couldn't even bring my thumb to my fingers due to incredible stiffness. and for some reason I spent the next 3 days sleeping for 16-20 hours a day. I'd wake up, move about, go back to sleep for another 8 hours, get up, move about, go back to sleep for another 8 hours. I just could not stay awake.
Needless to say, next time my boss pulls that shit, I'm raising hell about it.