Thats my girl, she always comes through for me!

Man-o-man, ya'll should be in my office today. Nothing like working with a bunch of construction guys, and i'm not talking about the hottie fun kind that USED to whistle at you when you walked by. (Does that even happen anymore?)

These guys, this morning, are bitchin' like a bunch of women. We got 3 guys here who had a "falling out" while on job site and are now accusing eachother of owing eachother money that so-n-so loaned to him, and then he loaned to so-n-so and SOMEHOW these morons think the OFFICE has something to do with it. Then it becomes a "he-said-she-said" of who is doing the job right, who cuts corners here and there and wa-wa-wa, a bunch of damn woman drama. 2 of the main guys are in the back office now with the project manager hashing it out over things like.........uh......professionalism, not fighting on jobsite, tending to their own money business........you know, the EVERYDAY STUFF that they should already know........

I'll tell ya, i miss the ole construction workers that didnt say a word, they just whistled, made you feel good as you passed, never once opened their mouths and you could give them all the intelligence you wanted them to have. The ones we work with here, you simply pray they leave their shirts on and keep their mouths closed.

On another note, I emailed Krista this morning and tell her that it's a slow day at work and ask if she can send me some gossipp or SOMETHING, because again, Its a slow day at work.

This is what she sends back:

Ummmmmmmmm…..okay, how about this………

Last night R went to get a beer from the store that is like a mile up the road. He was leaving the store and was coming down this road that the speed limit is like 25mph. On his way in, he saw a cop posted up near the end of the road so he was making sure to go the speed limit. So this guy in an Audi came flying up behind the car behind him and used a left turn lane to pass the car. R decided that he was not going to let him pass him, so he stayed at his slow speed and stayed in the middle of the road (it is only 1 lane anyway). The guy almost rear-ended him and then when they got to the red light, R was making a right to come home and the guy got in the left turn lane. The guy put his car in park and crawled over to the passenger side and was hanging out the window screaming at R about how he was going to kill him, whoop his arse, you know….that stuff. Well, you know R….he was like “Dude….I live right there….come follow me and we’ll see about that” So the guy spits a big lewgy (sp?) all on R’s face, then gets in the driver’s seat, put the car in drive and runs the red light. R runs the light along with him….they get to the next light and the guy is hanging out his window, beating his fist into the palm of his hand and threatening him more…..so R was scared that he was going to get on I-4 and on a stretch like that, the Audi could have lost his Honda, so he calls 911. The guy was trying to shake him and loose him and couldn’t, so they get up to the next light and they are in the left turn lane. The 911 operator asks if he is threatening him and R was like “Well….see for yourself” and he sticks the phone out the window and the guy is screaming he is going to kill him, etc etc and the operator heard it all. So he chases him down Lake Emma Road and the guy is swerving in and out of traffic, trying to loose R, but he is right on his arse and finally a cop sees them and thinks they are racing and pulls R over. R yells out the window at the cop “Get that MF!” and at that same time, the cop got the call from dispatch and took off after the Audi…R followed, they turn into an apartment complex across from my work and the guy is not stopping for the cops….then he finally stops because he can’t find his way out of the complex, the cop has his gun drawn and all. Anyway….the guy admitted to spitting on R and R pressed battery charges….plus he got reckless driving and eluding police and was hauled off in a cop car for the night…..

See, i know i can always count on Krista to entertain me.