So, today I had a huge chair rebuild for a kid. I was supposed to pick it up at 9 am, take it back to the shop and do the work, then return it to the school around 2pm.
My assistant forgot to put it on the schedule. The therapist called me at 11:30 to see how it was going.
I had to fess up about the scheduling snafu (taking the heat for it ) then rush to do the work. Man, I hate having to rush crap out like that. I got it done, but I'm wasted.
There was a needle outside my door yesterday. That was the second time.
And a few weeks ago a dude got shot three times in the face in my alley. 3 TIMES IN THE FACE. Dude got stabbed across the street. He fled to the local Popeye's. .
6 of my friends have been mugged in the hood in the last 3 months. And you wouldn't believe what I paid for my 10-foot-wide house.
That's just the bad stuff though. It's actually my favorite place that I've ever lived. It's just going through a bit of a...transition. That transition can go ahead and hurry the fuck up though.
Ever read a book called "The Help"? Alabama 1962, about black maids in rich white homes. One character is a bumpkin who married well. It's funny reading about one group of hicks looking down on a lower class of hick.