I’m so angry tonight.
Angry and hurt. Not for myself, for my husband.
Ok. For myself too.
Just when I thought I had a little extra money to splurge on some Fancy Hair Product and maybe just maybe book a flight to Las Vegas for a Girls Night Out, our dryer breaks. CANCEL THOSE PLANS.
No big deal, right? Wrong. Because it ALWAYS happens to us. We get excited about something and then BOOM… Life gives us the Middle Finger.
A few weeks ago, my husband, who is the hardest working man, dedicated, NEVER CALLS IN SICK, ALWAYS DOES MORE THAN IS ASKED OF HIM, never complains, EVER, asked for a small raise and a company truck. The company is always making it a point to tell him he’s the “best operator they’ve got” but they never put their money where their mouth is. His “boss” told him he couldn’t give him a raise at the time, but that, yeah! We’ll get ya a company truck and it will be yours to do with as you please!
Tony came home so excited, feeling somewhat valued and appreciated. He was smiling from ear to ear “I’m getting a company truck babe! It’s ok if I didn’t get the raise, they’re giving me a truck, I’m ok with that!”
He’s been waiting patiently for a few weeks now. Last night, he got the call that they had a truck ready for him. They informed him it was “an older truck” and that it “needed a paint job.”
All day long, I was thinking about it, wondering “How bad could it be? Surely, they’ll not give a piece of shit truck to THEIR BEST OPERATOR! When they say ‘a paint job’, surely they mean there are a few scratches that need touched up!”
Four pm rolls around and I hear the familiar sound of boots stomping dirt on the sidewalk. I run to the door. The look on my husband’s face said it all. I KNEW it wasn’t good. He was visibly upset. I took a deep breath and I looked over his shoulder. As soon as I saw it, Iunderstood why he looked so damn depressed.
Y’all? Behold The Company Truck, Which, They Weren’t Lying, Needs A Paint Job, Among “Other” types of Jobs.
It’s NOT FUNNY. And yet, I’m laughing so hard whilst crying because THAT’S SO JACKED UP, people.
It’s an insult to The Greatest Man I know.
We’re not proud people. We don’t drive fancy cars, we don’t think we’re too good to drive an old truck, that’s not that point. The point is, they gave my husband a piece of ass truck that is RUSTING AWAY just to shut him the hell up and he doesn’t deserved to be treated that way.
The best part? They’re going to “put it in our names” so, yeah, when it breaks down next week, WE GET TO PAY FOR IT OURSELVES! The reason he asked for one is not because we’re “desperate” for a vehicle. It was so that we could cut down on our expenses. (i.e not having to pay for insurance, etc)
I usually try to find the humor in situations that piss me off, so that I don’t do something stupid, like CUT PEOPLE OPEN, and yeah, I laugh when I look at that picture (because I TOTALLY hear the Sandford and Son theme song in my head) but it’s not funny because it devastated my husband.
And he’s a good man who deserves to be treated fairly and with some fucking respect.
Giving him a rusty ass piece of shit truck to SHUT HIM UP isn’t very “respectful” nor is it fair. I’d have rather they told him “Sorry, we can’t get you a truck at this time” then do this to him.