If I still have a job after tomorrow, things could be looking up.
My boss is one unpredictable sonofabitch, I know for a fact he is Bi Polar because I am and I recognize it when I see it.
He chewed my ass real good about twenty minutes before quitting time on Friday and I wouldn't put it past him for one second to have stewed about it all weekend and just walk in and tell me I am done first thing in the morning.
If I can make it through the day, I will breathe a little easier.
The good news I alluded too?
I went to go talk to the other neighbor that was supposed to pull the other neighbors trailer that has been telling me he is going to move since September, and I passed him going the other way on the freeway, hauling the guys trailer, finally.
Bonus round, I got a phone call from a guy I know who has a kid in the middle of hard times and wanted to know if I wanted to get rid of the Rat Hole.
a hundred and a half and it's yers.
So, I might not have to fuck around tearing the thing up and paying to haul it to the dump!
Like I said, surviving tomorrow is the key. Wish me luck......