Monday began this wondrous week with incredibly filthy vehicles all over the lot. I swear, there had to have been 4 inches of dirt and mud on every fucking vehicle we had to do... Hondas, Chrysler Financials, the Amercredits. Fucking EVERYTHING! It normally takes us about 50 minutes to burn through about 160 Financials... took us 3 hours yesterday. THREE FUCKING HOURS! And even then, they still looked like shit. Me, my brother and our friend had to go back after lunch to clean the windows and wipe off the bumpers. Not fun especially considering the boss was out yesterday and it's hot as fuck. The boss calls, pulls us off cleaning the GMAC Remarkets so we can finish the Fleet & Lease lane. Fucking 200 of those to do... started at 4:30 and didn't leave until 6:fucking-30. And we didn't finish everything we needed to do... An eight hour day that went on for 11 and a half hours. I still can't believe that shit.
Tuesday... well, today wasn't nearly as bad but it was still fucking crap. Tuesday mornings are always a cluster fuck and today was no exception... however, instead of 70 people, it was more like only 40. We had all of the Consignment cars to do: the A lane through the E lane... so about 400 vehicles or thereabouts. Couldn't even do all of those without some cocksucker bitching at us to go do their fucking cars. It's like, WE'RE NOT DONE YET, ASSHOLE! At least most of the dealer cars were pretty clean so we didn't have to fuck with as many as we could have... not to mention, my boss will assign me a section to look through to find dirty ones, which I get to drive to the wash truck. That's always fun, especially when you get sweet cars like the Acura TL and Caddies of course. After that, the Factory cars went swimmingly, no interruptions or problems there. Barring the morning cluster fuck today wasn't so bad... until I was almost home.
As some of you may know, I drive a 1994 Dodge Caravan with a stylish red back hatch. We bought it used way back in 1995, and we've never had a front license plate mounted on it. So, that van has been driven for 11 years without any cops stopping us for it. Only once had it come into question but that was years ago, before we moved and before I started driving it. Apparently, some dumb asses had peeled the renewal stickers off of our plate so it looked like ours was out of date, which wasn't true.
Anyway, as I'm driving up a side street to pull onto the main road, I pass a cop. Nothing unusual there, happens quite often in our town. This time, he turned around and got behind me in the turn lane. I thought no way he's pulling me over... no way. I turn and on go the fucker's lights. I pull over, unsure of why he's stopping me. He asks if I know and respond truthfully with a no. His response: front license plate. Now, I DO have a front plate, it's just in the van. I even showed it to the guy but that didn't deter him. I was all like, "Motherfucker! Only been driving the car for 5 years and now he decides to give me a ticket. Fucking hell." I was none too happy, as you can tell. This ruined my entire day.
The highlights of my week: my boss owes me $20 and I got to drive a Chevy 454 SS around the lot.
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Edited by Fenring, 12 April 2006 - 12:16 AM.
