Not sure what the temp was this morning... but when I got to work one of the lady's said her temp gauge was at -18F. All I should say is I knew it wasnt going to be a good day.
So I go out and start the pig and as soon as I sit down in the seat it cracks the uphostery leaving a big gash. Think to myself, "Oh well no biggie." I go back into the house and allow the pig to warm up. I know its gotta be somewhat cold because just walking back to the house causes a small amount of ice to form in my bread as I breath. Get inside and walk downstairs to pull out 7 sets of scrubs from the dryer. Guess what I find.... one of the girls fingernail polish bottles some how made its way into the dryer... Yes I now have red fingernail polish all over my scrubs. Hmm... ya that sucks... "But wait!" .. it gets better... yes just when you thought it wouldnt get any worst.... I go outside to leave for work and as I push in the clutch pedal I feel it all of a sudden lose pressure and hit the floor. "AHHH F@#K!!!!!!!!!!!!" Well I pretty much already knew what had happened. Any moister in the brake fluid turned to ice. I am praying it didnt blow out the clutches slave cyclinder. I looked under the truck and sure as sh!t there is a big dark hole burned into the white snow telling me what had happened. It blew out the slave cylinder. I shut off the pig and decide to go back into the house... hmmmm... No fricken house key... WTF... Ah great! My wife took my house key because she misplaced her keys... So now I have to walk to work or stand outside my house and become a human popcicle. 45 minutes later I finally get to work... I look like I had just walked an artic expedition with icicles hanging from my beard and mustache and nose. Then I findout all our patients cancelled their appointments. I spent the rest of the day doing some lab work and cleaning. Im flat broke and cant afford a bottle of brake fluid otherwise I'd be out trying to fix the pig now that I am finally home.
Oh well...life goes on.
So I go out and start the pig and as soon as I sit down in the seat it cracks the uphostery leaving a big gash. Think to myself, "Oh well no biggie." I go back into the house and allow the pig to warm up. I know its gotta be somewhat cold because just walking back to the house causes a small amount of ice to form in my bread as I breath. Get inside and walk downstairs to pull out 7 sets of scrubs from the dryer. Guess what I find.... one of the girls fingernail polish bottles some how made its way into the dryer... Yes I now have red fingernail polish all over my scrubs. Hmm... ya that sucks... "But wait!" .. it gets better... yes just when you thought it wouldnt get any worst.... I go outside to leave for work and as I push in the clutch pedal I feel it all of a sudden lose pressure and hit the floor. "AHHH F@#K!!!!!!!!!!!!" Well I pretty much already knew what had happened. Any moister in the brake fluid turned to ice. I am praying it didnt blow out the clutches slave cyclinder. I looked under the truck and sure as sh!t there is a big dark hole burned into the white snow telling me what had happened. It blew out the slave cylinder. I shut off the pig and decide to go back into the house... hmmmm... No fricken house key... WTF... Ah great! My wife took my house key because she misplaced her keys... So now I have to walk to work or stand outside my house and become a human popcicle. 45 minutes later I finally get to work... I look like I had just walked an artic expedition with icicles hanging from my beard and mustache and nose. Then I findout all our patients cancelled their appointments. I spent the rest of the day doing some lab work and cleaning. Im flat broke and cant afford a bottle of brake fluid otherwise I'd be out trying to fix the pig now that I am finally home.
Oh well...life goes on.
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It will get better. 
