My Work Car Wants To Kill Me: Part II
My company gave me a replacement truck this morning.
Just an hour ago as I was driving through the jobsite, the rear window exploded. Yes. Exploded.
It seems as the hinge point for the cover hit the window when I went over a few bumps while driving through the project.
My coworkers all laughed and said their farewells to me. None of them think I am going to survive past this weekend.
Screw it. I’ve had enough for one week. I’m leaving work early.