Stories of TRIUMPH

[bones]

;D
Ken has invited me to your board. I have enjoyed viewing from the wings until now.

People usually post when things piss them off. I'd like to start a thread of TRIUMPH (which may come AFTER things piss us off)!

Here is my story...

I have a '97 Thunderbird into which I have put $$$ for various annoying repairs (the original sales brochure touts 100,000 miles without a tune-up -- pure bullshit!).

Anyway, out of the few thousand $$$ I spent, all I wanted back from Ford was a measly 400 and something dollars to replace its PLASTIC (they call it "composite") intake manifold, which cracked and leaked coolant like an incontinent man at a chug-a-lug contest. (yes, you are right... why make a plastic part and use it in the HOTTEST PART OF THE ENGINE!!!)

Internet research showed that a ton of Ford cars with the V-8 were failing. Ford was only fixing a select few (police and taxi fleets) and others were getting the shaft. Some people were starting a class-action suit. Ford flat out refused to fix my car.

I got the part fixed and saw that the new part had aluminum connectors where the old plastic ones had melted... proof positive that Ford knew they were defective.

I even mailed a bunch of letters and they had some dumb broad call me to say tough luck. I ended up telling her that I would never buy a Ford again and that all my family and friends would get the same recommendation.

I planned to go to Arnie Diaz and "Shame on You." I wanted to send my complaint to the NHTSA to claim that the leaking coolant could kill me at 65 MPH. I intended to get the BBB's ear and broadcast my angst on public access. I measured a billboard I could wear over my nude torso (front and back)....but my will died after that damned call...

Three years go by and I have discovered that the class action suit was successful !!!

In Oct., a judge will decide whether Ford's proposed settlement of reimbursing for the replacement manifold is acceptable.

I wait in eager anticipation! TAKE THAT, FORD! and a big F!U! ;D

Please share your stories of Triumph!

[abisai]

Hey great idea for a thread! Congrats on the resolution... BONES. I hope to have such triumph in my life to brag about to, let me get started on that.

Might want to let the rest of us know who you are. I also recommend registering for a login so that you can delete or edit your posts as the case may be, or at the very least so that you don't have to enter a name every time. It also will allow you to vote whenever threads have those.

[Ken]

I have a story of triumph as well! After working for three years in New York Shitty in the Board of Education, and having my balls busted on a daily basis, and being handed a big steaming plate of nigger shit to eat, which I ate every day, I have finally landed in a sub-urban school, in a school with air conditioning, an elevator, security guards, and a million-dollar view of the Hudson River and the Palisades cliffs.

My students are mixed, that's right, mixed, which means there are actually WHITE children in my school! Holy Shit!

There is a parking lot, where I have no problem getting a space every day!

There are friendly teachers who actually say hello to you in the halls and joke around with you too.

The kids travel from class to class and I don't have to chapperone them from place to place.

And I only have children for 43 minutes a period. School ends at 2:21 for students, and 2:31 for teachers.

The principal actually came down from her office to compliment me for helping break up a fight. A COMPLIMENT!

There is a teacher lunchroom AND a teacher lounge with couches!

I AM TRIUMPHANT!

How much do you think you're going to get in that settlement?

[Rob G]

Great Thread Idea BONES.

Who is Bones? You say.

Its ofcourse Deforrest Kelly. Well Known actor who played the unforgetable role of Doctor Mccoy on the original Star Trek. Glad you could make it bones.

Thats great about the class action. I just assume non of that legal shit ever comes to fruiition so i dont pursue it.

KEN< you have white kids. Thats great. The sub-urbs is the bomb. I am extremely happy for you.

ROBS STORY OF TRIUMPH.
When I was in elementary scholl there was this girl 2 grades above me that was SOOOO hot. She had big tittys and way back then no one had tiittys. And a beautiful face. Always wanted a piece of that but she was lightyears out of my league. I dont think i was even in a league way back then. But she was the on girl I wanted above all others. I never spoke to her. So a great time came to pass. Seven years later some girl me and people know calls me out of the blue and tells me and my friends to come hang out. That girl is there and she starts putting the moves on me. Apparently these hoes were looking through the year book and she picked me out as the fuck of the week. Now you've all seen me. I'm not ahuge loser but I'm not one of those dudes chicks just look and say HEY. But on that day in that picture I was TRIUMPHANT. So I tagged that ass.
In retrospect it was the worst lay of my life and she was preatty slutty I think. But it matters not for on that day the Girl of my childhood dreams was WORKING FOR DADDY.

I WAS TRIUMPHANT

[Ken]

YEAH!!!!

[abisai]

I sit in a cubicle for hours on end. I stare at computers for hours on end. Routinely, moronic co-workers ask for advice from me, the lowest man on the tall totem poll, instead of manager, directors, or seasoned employees. Shit rolls down hill and I get the crap work despite my efforts. Recently however, one of those crap assignments was a messy flu vaccine contract that had to be implemented within two weeks in its entirety, from contract negotiation to full production distribution. My meager roll was the glorious task of receiving the orders, coding them, contacting people to have them resubmit if they filled them out wrong, and (my favorite) informing some people they would receive nothing. There were no right answers for my customers and I had no information to give them. Fewer people in the company could have had less information to tell customers, but they left it to me to call them, especially the ones that were declined orders as supplies ran out. Everything was convuluted, such as our crypitc order forms that often misinformed customers. When it was all said and done, I could not have been more relieved to be done with the ordeal. It was not much time consuming, but it was rather involving to have me get on the phone with people who did not know who I was and who I could tell nothing other than their orders were received thank you very much. It was not that bad, maybe half and hour a day of nonsense that did not much bother me, but not really rewarding work. Then yesterday happened.

I received an invitation from my boss's boss to go to a restaurant called Angus Barn. OK, I will take the free meal says me, wondering what this Southern Ponderosa is like. Turns out, this place is elite, despite the barnyard style. My boss is there, with her boss, and that person's boss (my boss's boss's boss). There is also a national account manager. And me, Dave Buckley, who is actually not even a direct employee for the company. The only guy there without staff. The only guy there without years with the company. It was glorious. They started at the lounge and I took in a couple draft beers while they warmed up to one another. Then we went to the dining area for the meal. Appatizers asks the waitress. Without hesitation the national account manager orders three on a whim. Then a bottle of wine I could not afford on a week of my pay. I glance at the menu, considering which of the thirty dollar steaks to order. My boss's boss's boss jokes I should order the best one since someone else was paying. Three or so drinks into the night, this made perfect sense and I found myself ordering a $40 steak dish called Chateau-briand. I know chateaus are mansion-castles in France and I begin to view myself as a pompous royal figure for some reason. I had to slow down on the wine, since I realized I was sucking down their good shit. This was a fine piece of beef, melting on the fork with tenderness. And it was freaking huge. I devoured it tenaciously, slurping fine wine and mushrooms in between bites. Desert? No doubt, I'll take some cheesecake home to momma. I glance at these well paid people who are accustomed to this excess and smile. Is it the wine and beer? Is it the steak? Who gives a shit, thanks for the great meal and good night people. They stayed to drink more at the bar, but I thought better of that. Driving home was an adventure as it was already. I made an impression I think and had filled my belly. I may not be one, but swimming with the sharks can be fun. It was last night anyways.

Fucking triumph for me since: 1. I am not really allowed to be entertained by the company 2. I am a fucking peon 3. I got the best steak on the menu and downed many drinks and some dessert 4. I think I made an impression with the "right" people to make an impression with, especially if this is how they roll all the time. ;D

[Rob G]

Great fucking story buck. And your behavior in it is so typically you. Buckley is not poor by any stetch of the imagination but for some reason he has always loved FREE SHIT. Thats my dog.

Now any other person in this situation would be considering things like
-Should i not drink too much so as not to appear like an alcoholic.
-Should i not order the really expensive stuff so as not to appear like a leech
-All the while you should have been calculating your every move.

Instead, the venerable dave buckley is sucking down fine wine like its colt 45 and imagining himself as French monarch.

Thats fucking awesome. Your my damn hero. Still I would have stayed for drinks. Please keep this story updated. Until then Viva La Fance musier Louis

[Ken]

I now have a cable modem! ;D

I surf the net at speeds previously unknown and unheard of to myself!

I download porn at the speed of thought!

PORN I say!

[Darth Deucedropper]

Can we interest you in online gaming through the ps2?