Brewmaster
Holofractale de l'hypervérité
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- 21/8/06
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My message is to do something nice today, and try and make someone else's day better, because yesterday sucked. At least for me.
All last week, I had been working in a different building than my usual one, so that my friend who normally works there could take a vacation. We're maintenance men for a large bank downtown and we're responsible for making sure everything is working properly. It's my day job, I'm an artist by trade.We work on shit ike generators, telecom rooms, satellites and other important whatnots. Well, this other building is right across the street from mine, so I'm really taking care of both. My building is slow; nothing ever happens, that's why I have so much time to talk to you nice folks, read my books and work on my drawings. His building is a madhouse, there is always something going wrong and it's considered a "critical space" which means everything is a big fuckin deal.
Well I worked there last week and was looking forward to getting back here, to my quiet office in the basement and big comfy chair and slow ass internet. BUt then everything went wrong over here, pipes bursting and me getting covered in black rusty water. I cut each of my left hand finger tips on on I-don't-know-what and got rusty water in my open wounds. Now I'm typing with one hand because my fingers hurt so bad, and my hands are still black from all that nasty water coming out of a 30 year old rusted pipe.
To top it off, my buddy T.'s building where I had been working, had a bomb threat called in and everyone got the whole day paid off. Everything was fine, there was no bomb, but it was funny to look out the window across the street and see 3,500 employees just hanging out on the sidewalk.
So do something nice today, put out some positive vibes, smile more, and maybe some of that love will find its way to me.
Because I'm cranky and I need it.
All last week, I had been working in a different building than my usual one, so that my friend who normally works there could take a vacation. We're maintenance men for a large bank downtown and we're responsible for making sure everything is working properly. It's my day job, I'm an artist by trade.We work on shit ike generators, telecom rooms, satellites and other important whatnots. Well, this other building is right across the street from mine, so I'm really taking care of both. My building is slow; nothing ever happens, that's why I have so much time to talk to you nice folks, read my books and work on my drawings. His building is a madhouse, there is always something going wrong and it's considered a "critical space" which means everything is a big fuckin deal.
Well I worked there last week and was looking forward to getting back here, to my quiet office in the basement and big comfy chair and slow ass internet. BUt then everything went wrong over here, pipes bursting and me getting covered in black rusty water. I cut each of my left hand finger tips on on I-don't-know-what and got rusty water in my open wounds. Now I'm typing with one hand because my fingers hurt so bad, and my hands are still black from all that nasty water coming out of a 30 year old rusted pipe.
To top it off, my buddy T.'s building where I had been working, had a bomb threat called in and everyone got the whole day paid off. Everything was fine, there was no bomb, but it was funny to look out the window across the street and see 3,500 employees just hanging out on the sidewalk.
So do something nice today, put out some positive vibes, smile more, and maybe some of that love will find its way to me.
Because I'm cranky and I need it.
. Bust his butt! I hate those kind of people who don't send their product after you pay them :evil: . 
all my loving energie will be sent straight to you mate 
