When the Day Starts in the Gutter

Today started off extremely shitty—and honestly, it’s only downhill from here.

I rolled into work like I always do, nothing out of the ordinary. I start loading up my truck, getting ready to hit the road. Then boom—antifreeze starts pouring out like my truck’s crying harder than I was inside. Great. Awesome start to the day.

No problem, though, right? We’ve got spare trucks. Four of them, actually. I go to grab one. Dead. Try the next one—dead. One after that—also dead. All four. Not one of them will start. It’s like trying to borrow a lighter from four smokers and all of them say, “Yeah man, it’s outta fluid.”

Now, here’s the kicker. We’ve got a fleet manager. His entire job is to make sure these trucks are ready to go. That’s literally what he’s paid for. And they gave him the job over me because “he has more experience.” I’d laugh if it wasn’t so damn infuriating.

This guy? He’s absolutely worthless in my book. I’ve never seen him lift a finger. He drives around in a little car all day or just posts up in the office flirting with the girls. That’s it. That’s the workload. Meanwhile, the rest of us are busting our asses trying to actually get work done—with broken trucks and zero backup.

And let me guess—he’s probably pulling in double what I make. For what? Sitting on his ass and failing at the one job he’s supposed to do?

Yeah… it’s one of those days.