Grrrr.
Back from work.
My feet hurt, my head hurts, and apparently I don't know how to boil a fucking egg (well I don't eat the things normally, but it's all I've got right now and I'm starving).
Why do people think it is okay to wave money at you at a crowded bar, do they really think I'm going to say "sure, I'll let you push in front of everyone else now you've waved your grubby fiver at me - CRETIN"
And it is NOT okay to act all pissy with me when I seem slightly exasperated (read, totally fucked off) when you've asked for 12 different drinks, 4 of which we don't serve and 2 of which we've run out of, you've changed your mind roughly 8 million times and when I've finally come staggering over with your unspecified lager with "just a tiny bit" of lemonade top, your glass of red wine, your single vodka with "only one piece of ice" with lime cordial and soda and your two shots of tuaca and a shot of sambucca, and then you suddenly realise you have to pay and go fumbling through all your pockets and bag for some change, then disappear off to ask your mates for some cash, while the baying hordes who have been waiting at the bar for the last hour demand my blood. And not one of them says please or thank you. Cunts.
But hey, I got paid.
Back from work.
My feet hurt, my head hurts, and apparently I don't know how to boil a fucking egg (well I don't eat the things normally, but it's all I've got right now and I'm starving).
Why do people think it is okay to wave money at you at a crowded bar, do they really think I'm going to say "sure, I'll let you push in front of everyone else now you've waved your grubby fiver at me - CRETIN"
And it is NOT okay to act all pissy with me when I seem slightly exasperated (read, totally fucked off) when you've asked for 12 different drinks, 4 of which we don't serve and 2 of which we've run out of, you've changed your mind roughly 8 million times and when I've finally come staggering over with your unspecified lager with "just a tiny bit" of lemonade top, your glass of red wine, your single vodka with "only one piece of ice" with lime cordial and soda and your two shots of tuaca and a shot of sambucca, and then you suddenly realise you have to pay and go fumbling through all your pockets and bag for some change, then disappear off to ask your mates for some cash, while the baying hordes who have been waiting at the bar for the last hour demand my blood. And not one of them says please or thank you. Cunts.
But hey, I got paid.
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Therefore, you rock!