TIGHT

I dunno how hard it is to load my damn truck right. I mean, Billy was able to place my shit an' his shit in the right places, or close to, with no problems. These two idiots are entirely incapable of it. I mean, fer cryin' out loud...they put somethin' that goes on the floor all the way on the goddamn top shelves! Not like I didn't mark off each individual floor. As a result, it takes me forever to fight fer room to work in so I CAN organize and then takes me forever to organize, so now I leave extremely late.

Matters weren't helped by the fact that apparently last night my truck died so I hadda get stuck with another fuckin' Ford. Not only is it smaller in back, but that damn gas pedal that I hafta keep my leg elevated over the gas to use. It leads to serious crampage, lemme tell ya. Ford...crap no matter what the hell they made.