poppystrike

I have spent most of today being very angry and semi losing my temper at a completely incoherent and apallingly mannered fuckwit who was so far the wrong side of blas that if I could have done a Mike Tv down the phoneline to find myself reassembled but thumb size at the other end i'd have crawled into her ear and kicked through her ear drum with my bare feet.

Why do you need an ear drum if you're not going to LISTEN?

I had the worst headache after all of this. I hate Michael Jackson. I think I listened to the whole of Thriller whilst on hold. Yes. You've ruined perfectly good music by misusing it. You fucks. I hate you.

So now I have two tickets for Leeds. One of which i'm probably never going to see, and if the stoned girl i'm told was called 'Helen' with a reading age of a five year old was not lying out of her arse/face then hopefully i'll be getting a refund for it. At least I got to put my rather excellent letter writing skills to good use as I faxed them a complaint letter i'm sure will have taken an entire phone team and 10 thesauruses to read and comprehend.

Why is everyone so fucking stupid?

I'm still doing two people's jobs at work and I spent the journey to work thinking of quick-witted things to say when I would inevitably explode and tell my boss what I think of her and her lycra fucking trousers. What is it with middle aged women and waist bands? For fucks sake. They are called waist bands. Surely that in itself is a big enough clue as to where they are supposed to rest.

So when my contract arrives on my desk and I figure out that i'm getting a grand old payrise of about 80 a month i'm very tempted to stick my head in the paper shredder and be done with it.

Offices are for monkeys, and i'm fucking sick of bananas and all the stringy shit.

All hail the return of the angry one xXx