Back at the same hotel. This time the truck fan went haywire. I overheated because it wouldn't engage.
I cranked up my heaters and managed to make it to Bergies again despite heavy traffic, but just before I got there, the fan kicks on and won't stop!
So (this is friday night btw) I'm at the bar at 6 pm and Korena calls to tell me that Bergies will bypass something in the truck so that my fan will run all the time and all I have to do is drop in Georgia at 0600 sunday.
755 miles, 11.5 hours (for a car) as of 6 pm friday per Google maps. I email her this route and say "this is for cars".
Right on cue, 5 minutes later she calls me telling me how sick she is of my "bullshit", and I went right back at her.
She's saying shit like technically I got lots of time but I'm telling her I paid for MY hotel room already while HER truck was down for repairs and goddammit I'm going to STAY here overnight.
I of course had to outshout her again to add that okay despite getting screwed again with another hotel bill I would break the law AGAIN FOR HER and get it done.
In this fucked-up shouting match such as I have never had with any other person in my life, she's saying shit like all I have to do is leave at 6 am then...I dunno restart at 4 am?
Fuck I spent 32 bucks on UBER and 50 for my hotel. I get here at 4 pm and now on top of that...
I remind you: COMPANY DRIVERS DON'T PAY FOR HOTELS OR TRANSPORTATION WHEN DOWN FOR REPAIRS...except ME.
Anyway when I walk back in the bar, this woman asks me "are you allright?", and I realize that I'd been shouting and stamping around like a psychopath. I had to cash out, because everybody around me was freaked out.
You guys know me. Do you see what this monster has done to me?
Anyway I will get this trailer to Georgia tommorrow night despite the illegality of it and somehow manage the additional illegality she has piled on me because I need to save up for my fucking hotel bill when I get back here for the fucking fan repair (if I don't kill myself first).
Sorry to lay this on you because you think you want to save me and think you can help me etc. Don't worry about it--you've seen too many movies.
I'm not a moron and I don't need help. I'm only writing this stuff in the hopes that Ed can sue her for the 10k I still owe him.
Oh crap the Tax Resolution people call me relentlessly great advice guys! All I need is 7.5k to get it STARTED, and they can't grasp that I will NEVER have that money but they just...keep...calling!!!
And the reviews all say they take the front money and don't do shit.
If I ever show up again, guys, leave that alone. You just don't get this. You don't hear me. You can't help me. Leave it alone and stop insulting me.
Say "he wasn't an asshole" when I'm gone.
