Monday started off with my talk to the FBI that some of you read about. Found out that he also embezzled about $350,000 and there is a pretty good chance I might be out of a job pretty soon because of it. Tuesday all the bolts on the passenger side halfshaft somehow broke off leaving me 60 miles from home trying to plow snow with a 3 wheel drive truck. Tuesday night in the 5* 40mph wind I put a halfshaft back on outside on the ground. Wednesday morning on the way to work, I get about 4 miles from home and notice the truck is not driving quite right and decide I'll pull off at the stop sign to check it out. About this time the right front tire decides it wants to go off the twenty foot drop on the side of the road with or without the rest of the truck with it. That was a nice long haul back up to the truck. The axle shaft breaks in the middle of the splines which leaves nothing there to hold the entire wheel hub,rotor, brake caliper all from coming off except for one small piece on the brake caliper which oddly enough is non existent when you go to try to buy a new one because you have a broken one. Part store says all the parts will be here at 10am Wednesday...Wednesday afternoon I was told all the parts I needed would be there by 3 pm.... and at 4 pm I had a bearing assembly and a brake line...I give up go home put on the new bearing and try to load the truck onto the trailer to get it home. I make it about 20 ft out the door of the shop with the brand new bearing squealing the whole time and it locks up tight. 30 miles back to the parts store I go. 11pm I finally get the truck home still broken down and find my dog in the back of the shed and looking pretty bad. I call the vet, the soonest they can see him is 6:30 tonight. Here it is 8:45 I'm finally home and alone because I had to put my dog to sleep. It's cold as hell, completely frozen and I have no way to dig a hole to bury him, so I take an hour and fifteen minutes to make the decision to leave him to be cremated. I have had this dog for over 11 years and spent more time with him then probably anyone I know. I was not happy, to put it nicely, not being able to bring him home to bury him on the farm where he spent his whole life. It's probably a decision I'll regret for the rest of my life, but anyway I think thats about the last straw for the week. I can't make up my mind if I'm even going to get out of bed tomorrow.
Sorry for anyone who feels they have wasted their time reading my book but I had to vent to someone and I'm home alone so you guys get to hear it.
Sorry for anyone who feels they have wasted their time reading my book but I had to vent to someone and I'm home alone so you guys get to hear it.
