Falconer?
 
Ok like usual I went to the gym about 6 a.m. And felt good about how the day was going to be. So when I got to work I had no clue I would be working in Carlsbad.  Ok from Rancho Bernardo to Carlsbad isn’t too bad of a drive but for some reason my ass gets sleepy? who knows why? I just do.  So for starters I get lost to the house and to find out this customer is a “falconer” in my little head I was thinking of football and Michael Vick.  Shit it meant he trains these fucking birds.  He teaches these birds to attack pigeons so that they don’t shit all over the place at malls, hotels, and restaurants.  So this guy is like “well he is tied, and he won’t fly” all that I can think of is that mutherfucker has talons! not nails, not claws but fucking talons.  How do you explain that shit if you were to get fucked up by a falcon? honestly? and how can I explain that shit to my manager? ha-ha so that is how my day was going! the cool part was the customer lived next to the porsche dealership in Carlsbad so I was able to dream for about 30 minutes, I thought about the kind of car I would buy if I was rich and what color. <poof> back to reality. The weather was nice if you were in the shade. And Lunch was great.. Thanks “M” for pick up stix. And oh ya at lunch there was a Aston Martin Vantage parked in the front paused like a dvd. I almost took a pic but then I didn’t. :-( To my next customer.  This customer was a elderly lady that was not able to smell her own shit, literally! she had body odor of a person that didn’t shower for the past few days! let me just say she stank! ok that is mean.  You have to respect your elders and shit but damn wash your shit! and the worst part was she was crossed eyed! “if you don’t know me by now.  you will never ever never know me, ooh!! ohhh!” Let me just say I cannot tell which fucking eye to look at? is it the one that follows my eye? or is it the one that stays still? every time I encounter that I have a hard time and look at both eyes and fuck up! So yes Thomas said to look at her nose! shit when I do that I smirk like a asshole that is thinking of some funny shit! so yes I'm a “jerk” “ I know” but damn I just have a hard time with that one. LoL is all I can say! so that is how I spent 8 hours of my day!
birdie?
Wednesday, July 8, 2009