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So I can honestly this has been one of the worst weeks of my life…in a very long time. But not quite, and I’ll get to that in a minute…but in the meantime…

The paychecks arrived finally on Wednesday but not after one of my cashiers decided to “buy the farm” courtesy of herself. She was unsuccessful, thank God. If you get what I mean. However, she’s landed herself in a treatment facility and won’t be back for a while.

And today? I had to let another employee go, because I’m just sick and tired of people coming in when they feel like it and not according to how I schedule them. It sucks to have to fire anyone, and this employee was no exception. Though I do feel a huge burden lifted off my shoulders.

Now to the “not quite” part…

So, there’s this oil rig run by a “major oil company” of which I will not name in case someone decides to sue me and this week? It could very well happen.

Anyway.

This oil rig serves gourmet food to the workers and anyone who wants to venture out on the ice road (yes I said Ice road…and I realize all the irony that entails) can drive there from the village and eat for free. F-R-E-E. Well you know I’m all over that shit.

So tonight, Howard and I decided to treat ourselves and drove the 18 mile trip in our super duper Ford F350 that kicks ass. Ice? We don’t care about no stinking ice! After stuffing ourselves on salad, greek chicken, all the fixings and gourmet desserts, we trek back out to our truck and find a guy has us blocked in because he’s filling up some of the trucks with gas. The trucks that belong to the major oil company of course.

Howard, never one to meet at stranger, jokingly said “we’ll take about 30 gallons”.

The guy, never flinches and says “Sure man, what company are you with?”

Howard, going along with it for a second tells him who we work for.

The guy gives him a questioning look and Howard says
“Hey man, I was only kidding…”

Do you know that man did next? He shrugged his shoulders, smiled and said “oh hell, I’ll give you as much fuel as you need, you runnin’ diesel or gas?”

How cool was that? And we were running low on fuel anyway and frankly weren’t sure if we were going to make the drive back home.

I was already in the truck, and had no idea what was transpiring outside. I figured Howard wanted to chat with the guy, because that’s just what he does.

So, he filled us up, shook our hands, told us his name and we left with a smile. Even offering to pay him and getting turned down.

Man? How can I type and bitch when there are people like that still in this world?

What’s with me getting all corny lately? It’s gotta be the cold air.

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