Blogging from work......
Aaaaaahhhh.....finally we're getting some decent sunshine. Sick and tired of fucking gloomy days, only to rub it in to you when you go to work and all colleagues are so sodded with depression, like a big asteroid is about to hit right smack on our office site.
I am so busy, but in the same time, I'm so flipping bored with the shit here. My team leader has gone home, and that hawk-eyed Senior Financial Analyst has gone to Poland to do her secondment, so she will not go and report me again for surfing the internet. Hate the fucking nazi treatment they give us. No personal emails, no personal RMs, no personal Internet surfing, and all the shit that comes in the package. I have been warned, but people still take the piss so why do I even bother? It's not like they are going to fire me anyway! I can bloody hell do whatever I fucking want! We get Jonathan fucking going for piss and brew breaks every now and then without even getting arsed about it! I use the company phone for 5 minutes and get 60 minutes of shit from the seniors. Fat arsed Jindra doesnt even get to work on time, speaks to her hubbie about dinner tonight when it's only 10am ON THE FUCKING COMPANY PHONE, and doesnt get shit for it, so why the fuck should I be silent?
I can't believe i am sat here not using the advantage of blissful sunshine. But I am torn and rotten while waiting for the clock to tick smack at 6pm! Another fucking long 30 minutes. What a rotten feeling! Hate the fucking news going on at the background, love the sunrays piercing through the Venetian blinds, hate that annoying Simon fucking tapping away on the keyboard everytime he lifts his fingers to type, one tap means one helluva smack on his fucking face, love the fact that it's not 7 hours more til home time, but only 30 minutes more.
Nick is such a fucking jerk sometimes. Just because he is ill and is incapable of going to work tomorrow, doesnt mean he can't send me to the train station tomorrow morning only for 5 minutes. Saves me 30 minutes in bed, for crying out loud! And then hung up on me cos he sensed my bitchy lecturing is going to start! He is going to flipping be abused when I get home, sick of people going against what I want to do and expect people around me to do. I know this is my bout of bitchiness but I work in fucking Macclesfield, and it takes me 100000000001 years to get home every fucking day, so cut me some slack and help me out here whenever you can! Twat!!!
Fucking country is headed to a hedge of economic hell soon!! So I will be even worse than I ever was, financially. No more dinners at Marks and Sparks, no more peeking through the windows of Debenhams, only to come out £250 poorer, have to set a determination to NOT EVEN BOTHER LOOKING at Dorothy Perkins at all thouse £1 bargain tops. Fuck! I think my 'it's time to get out of the UK' siren has alerted me to pack my bags and head Down Under (sister is there) - YEAH FUCKEN RIGHT! Not that bloody easy!!
I so can't wait for my mini Eastern Eurotrip. Fucking EUR has gone so strong against the £ I cant spend my bloody summer in the French Riviera and Monaco (as planned)- so I'm headed to the Soviet Union bloc of countries - and I am expecting to see some of the BEST places and cities in the world. The most exciting would definitely be Vienna and Auschwitz (well not exciting that I'm jumping up and down causing my boobs to jiggle and juggle abaout as well, but I get to see what WWII has caused one of the strongest Semitic events in the history of the Jews)
OKla, 10 more minutes, and it's time to piss off and head to the gym for a swim and the back home to manslaughter my bf (just kiddin') and then fall asleep. How more mundane can ANYONE's lives be?
Whoever wants to share their sorrows and laughter with me, or whatever on earth just ricng me at 1-800-ILIVEINASHITHOLE
p/s: No Animals have been harm during this rambling of sheer bitchiness in this post. I didn't intend to be this emo and depressed anyway!
I am so busy, but in the same time, I'm so flipping bored with the shit here. My team leader has gone home, and that hawk-eyed Senior Financial Analyst has gone to Poland to do her secondment, so she will not go and report me again for surfing the internet. Hate the fucking nazi treatment they give us. No personal emails, no personal RMs, no personal Internet surfing, and all the shit that comes in the package. I have been warned, but people still take the piss so why do I even bother? It's not like they are going to fire me anyway! I can bloody hell do whatever I fucking want! We get Jonathan fucking going for piss and brew breaks every now and then without even getting arsed about it! I use the company phone for 5 minutes and get 60 minutes of shit from the seniors. Fat arsed Jindra doesnt even get to work on time, speaks to her hubbie about dinner tonight when it's only 10am ON THE FUCKING COMPANY PHONE, and doesnt get shit for it, so why the fuck should I be silent?
I can't believe i am sat here not using the advantage of blissful sunshine. But I am torn and rotten while waiting for the clock to tick smack at 6pm! Another fucking long 30 minutes. What a rotten feeling! Hate the fucking news going on at the background, love the sunrays piercing through the Venetian blinds, hate that annoying Simon fucking tapping away on the keyboard everytime he lifts his fingers to type, one tap means one helluva smack on his fucking face, love the fact that it's not 7 hours more til home time, but only 30 minutes more.
Nick is such a fucking jerk sometimes. Just because he is ill and is incapable of going to work tomorrow, doesnt mean he can't send me to the train station tomorrow morning only for 5 minutes. Saves me 30 minutes in bed, for crying out loud! And then hung up on me cos he sensed my bitchy lecturing is going to start! He is going to flipping be abused when I get home, sick of people going against what I want to do and expect people around me to do. I know this is my bout of bitchiness but I work in fucking Macclesfield, and it takes me 100000000001 years to get home every fucking day, so cut me some slack and help me out here whenever you can! Twat!!!
Fucking country is headed to a hedge of economic hell soon!! So I will be even worse than I ever was, financially. No more dinners at Marks and Sparks, no more peeking through the windows of Debenhams, only to come out £250 poorer, have to set a determination to NOT EVEN BOTHER LOOKING at Dorothy Perkins at all thouse £1 bargain tops. Fuck! I think my 'it's time to get out of the UK' siren has alerted me to pack my bags and head Down Under (sister is there) - YEAH FUCKEN RIGHT! Not that bloody easy!!
I so can't wait for my mini Eastern Eurotrip. Fucking EUR has gone so strong against the £ I cant spend my bloody summer in the French Riviera and Monaco (as planned)- so I'm headed to the Soviet Union bloc of countries - and I am expecting to see some of the BEST places and cities in the world. The most exciting would definitely be Vienna and Auschwitz (well not exciting that I'm jumping up and down causing my boobs to jiggle and juggle abaout as well, but I get to see what WWII has caused one of the strongest Semitic events in the history of the Jews)
OKla, 10 more minutes, and it's time to piss off and head to the gym for a swim and the back home to manslaughter my bf (just kiddin') and then fall asleep. How more mundane can ANYONE's lives be?
Whoever wants to share their sorrows and laughter with me, or whatever on earth just ricng me at 1-800-ILIVEINASHITHOLE
p/s: No Animals have been harm during this rambling of sheer bitchiness in this post. I didn't intend to be this emo and depressed anyway!
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