Not Too Sharp Friends and Sharp Dressed Man

I attempted to go to sleep last night around 11pm. I had work at 7am and had just finished working on Aaron Clay's truck. AKlay47 called me up a day or two ago saying he had transmission problems and that his tranny finally went kerplunk on him. He was looking for a car and I figured, what the hell, I have a day off. We get some addresses off of Craigslist for some potentials and ran by the bank to grab some monies.

Ok, get this. When we get the money from the teller (from the tube), Benni pipes up from the back seat, "Did you count it?" Right before Aaron starts thumbing through his money, he asks "Was the teller a woman?" I realize that the intercom may still be on so I look over at the main teller window. She's cracking up! She heard ever single word! WAY TO GO, Aaron. *sigh*

Anyways, we ran across some serious lemons before I finally decide to grab Davey Bob and we actually take a freakin' LOOK at Aaron's truck.

It wasn't the transmission.

In fact, it was incredibly simple. Aaron has more important things to do of course (I'm giving you the benefit here son hehe) than worry about his Chevy's maintenance, because they supposedly never break *rofl a lil bit*) He just needed new plug wires and spark plugs really, because the ones on it were disentigrating. Doneskis. Truck fixed, everyone is happy. Aaron gets two slaps on the back of the head for crying "Wolf." Looooooove youuuu.


Now on to the second part of my post as per blog title designation.

Last week my bosses asked me to dress "classy" for work because our main dude head honcho man of action in the faction was coming by to rev up the hotel. If you didn't understand that last sentence I basically said that our Regional/District/Something Manager was supposed to come by and point out at the hotel where we suck. So last night I went to bed at 11pm. Sleep did not happen. Benni decided that drinking a lot was the way to end his evening, and he thought it would be a good idea to play loud movies in the living room. Benni also figured that texting me random messages cussing at me for no apparent reason would also be a good idea. These are never good ideas when Phil has to wake up at 6am. Benni must die.

Anyways, I woke at 6am. Ever one to satiate my Bond-esque urges, I complied with my bosses request and donned the vivid cerulean button up and my trusty jet black Versini suit and headed into work.

The boss didn't come by.

In fact, he isn't coming by for another week! So there I am behind the desk looking sharp as a razor blade. Not to be completely narcissistic, but I got a lot of looks from da ladies. May sound ultra cool, but some of the looks I got were creepy as hell! Haha, there were two Mexican housekeepers that whistled at me as they passed. Quite funny.

Anyways, I just realized that this blog post is going absolutely nowhere. I'm gonna quit rambling and cut this post sho--



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