[george]

my wife has suggested much the same thing jeantte, but i am not sticking to this job any longer than it takes to find a better one so i can live through it. it is just depressing sometimes.

as for the guy crying, to be honest with you he is a bitch, but we were in a very bad situation. imagine if you will:

we were in the HOOD, at the nexus of three streets that had over 18 murders, and 30 woundings in the last two weeks. it was getting dark. the sign we had been working on had taken hours to get done, it was wet, we were wet and freezing.

tearing ass out of the parking lot asshead hit a curb, and we got a flat tire. as we pulled to a stop we were surrounded (i really mean this) by about twenty thugs that seemed to appear out of nowhere. they tried to steal tools off our truck, and then when we got out to start changing the tire they stayed about ive feet away, laughing and jeering.

then we did not have a key to the lock that secured the tire under the truck. so while we were both under the truck hacksawing off the lock, a very helpul crack head decided to jack up the front of the truck (we did not realize he was doing it (how i do not know, but we missed it) until the truck fell off the jack. while we were in no immediate danger, having the truch drop about five inches closer to our faces nearly gave us both a heart attacks.

that was when my coworker hopped up, started crying, turned and ran away up the street screaming "I CANT TAKE THIS"

the remaining thugs found it really funny. so did i. one of them came over and offered to help, we worked together and had the truck back in order by the time crying tommy got back.

a fine day, and not the worst one i hae had at this job.

whew.