Welcome back to another psychatomimetic episode of Talking Lamar.

Today, I'm talking about my life as a facilities manager at a Budweiser distributorship.

Let's get to it.

What are you talking about?

What are you talking about?

Sorry, I forgot what I was talking about.

What are you talking about?

I am talking to you.

That's just what I was talking about. What are you talking about? I am talking to you. That's just what I was talking about.

It's talking Lamar.

You know, every day was a different day with that job.

You got 30 odd vehicles with trucks, tractor trailers, cars, vans, and whatever on the road.

Odds are something's going to go wrong somewhere.

Are there people calling out of work?

I've got a couple of different shifts of people that work with me.

And there's something breaking all the time or need to be fixed.

Beer's coming in, beers going out, many, many other things.

I'd get between, I don't know, honestly, between like 40 or 50 phone calls a day. And not one of them was anybody calling up and saying, hey, everything's fine, no problem, all is okay. That's not what happens, you know? And, but all of that, that's to be expected. That's what the job is and

that's what you expect. But every once in a while, something bizarre will happen. And as a rule,

I took my lunch and ate at my desk most days. But on this day, I promised to meet my smoking hot wife

Carla for lunch and we went to

my favorite barbecue place, the pig out. They have two locations, but only one of those,

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