Wiped Out

I have been working my homesick ass off all week so I am burnt the fuck out.
Eleven and a half hours last night of some nightmare shit, most of it by myself trying to keep some fucked up machines running.
The fuckers had the balls to text me a minute ago wanting me to work this weekend after no one would answer my calls last night for help too.

Can you say Fuck Off?

I can, motherfuckers.
I have been working six and seven days a week for months now and I am tired.
Now my sister in laws car is fucked up, again, and my wife wants me to drive fifty miles and go look at it.
I already know there isn't going to be a fucking thing I can do for the sonofabitch anyway.
It's 2006 Jetta that she already had a used engine put in because the timing chains shit the bed. A quick internet search showed me that Volkswagen knew they had a problem with the fuckers during that time span and instead of trying to actually do something to fix the issue, they just designed a different engine and fuck you if you own one. Thirty five hundred bucks to replace the fucking timing chains!.
She spent that much on a used fucking engine about six months ago and here she is again.
This on top of racking up FOUR THOUSAND FUCKING DOLLARS in Vet bills on a fucking cat she ended up having put down anyway.

That shit just kills me. They make new cats every day. As a matter of fact, I still have two I need to get rid of, she wound up with one of our kittens from the Momma cat who drug 'em in under the fucking house.

This on top of having a shitty job and now having to start paying thirty grand in school loans.

This is not going to end well.

Anyway, I texted them back at work and basically told them that I am going to be out of town for this current fiasco.
Have a nice day you sonsabitches.
They have several other people they can call but those assholes have been here before and don't even bother answering their phones on the weekends anymore.
I can see why.