Shittiest day ever!!! Well, in my recent history anyway. Up at 6am for work, where I have to drive to Manchester, I get there and have a blazing arguement with the building manager over parking... The petty little prick wanted to see EVERY shred of paper work and know exactly what I was doing. When I finally got round that arsehole, I got fucked around in the lift because we could only use one of THREE for loading our stuff in and if that wasnt enough the special braket I had to put up fell out of a box, slid between the gap in the lift and plummeted 11 stories to the basement below. Fuckin' great huh!? Oh, and was the building manager (who doesnt like being called the 'caretaker' by the way) gonna help me out? Was he bollocks! So the guy I was working with (who's also a dickhead) fucked off into the city centre to find a decent replacement.
He was gone like, 2 fuckin' hours. While in the meantime, Ild managed to hack my thumb open, crack my knuckle, nearly break my spine on a window sill, burn myself with a souldering iron and knock my self out on a celing and cut my head open on a nail in th eprocess. Then about 20 mins after waking up the fire alarm goes off, telling everyone to leave the building and not use the lifts... Fuckin' wonderful! Me, on the top floor, on my fuckin' bod, and theres a fire in the building... Ok, where the goddamn hidden cameras!? Anyway I get down to the 3rd floor when I hear the fire alarm's undergoing maintainence and sorry for the inconvenience... FUCK YOU! Ive just trecked down 8 stories! Get up here you wanker and carry my knackered ass up these fuckin' stairs!
About 15 minutes later my work mate gets back with a braket. Finally, something promising! Now, part of the job was to reinstall a big ass plasma TV in some kitchen next door. We get the braket on the wall, after 15 minutes of pissing around with an industrial drill and it looks pretty sturdy. Ok, good, now we've gotta haul the monstrosity of a TV onto the bloody thing, that goes to plan....hmmmmm things are looking up... [55 minutes or so later] creeeeeeeeeeek....SMASH! I dont even flinch, I know exatly what happened. I dont give a shit right now. Theres fuck all I can do about it, it can wait. Bollocks to it! I finish what I was doing, and curiously go to see the wreckage. There lies at 3 grand (approx) Panasonic wide screen plasma TV, in roughly 3 pieces on the floor, proudly sitting ontop of the corner of kitchen counter it so gracefull demolished on its trip down... Nice I think, real nice... Just what I wanted.
The rest of the day was also a crock of shit, but after the pinical of bad luck and unwanted supprises that was the broken plasma, nothing else really comes close.
I Finally get home just after 10pm, after an insane and in retrospect rather reckless car journey down the M6 etc. Lock the car, get out all my stuff in the rain, walk in the house, storming upstairs without utting a word to anyone. I come almost instanly back down stairs now, topless and holding my katana (now unsheathed), walk straight back outside and into the dark, over the lawn an to the old hedge ajasent to it. I then preceeded to unleash hell onto said hedge. After a good few minutes im out of breath, soaked and covered in little cuts from various flying thorns. I call it a day and walk back into the house where, I then asked... "You alright?"
He was gone like, 2 fuckin' hours. While in the meantime, Ild managed to hack my thumb open, crack my knuckle, nearly break my spine on a window sill, burn myself with a souldering iron and knock my self out on a celing and cut my head open on a nail in th eprocess. Then about 20 mins after waking up the fire alarm goes off, telling everyone to leave the building and not use the lifts... Fuckin' wonderful! Me, on the top floor, on my fuckin' bod, and theres a fire in the building... Ok, where the goddamn hidden cameras!? Anyway I get down to the 3rd floor when I hear the fire alarm's undergoing maintainence and sorry for the inconvenience... FUCK YOU! Ive just trecked down 8 stories! Get up here you wanker and carry my knackered ass up these fuckin' stairs!
About 15 minutes later my work mate gets back with a braket. Finally, something promising! Now, part of the job was to reinstall a big ass plasma TV in some kitchen next door. We get the braket on the wall, after 15 minutes of pissing around with an industrial drill and it looks pretty sturdy. Ok, good, now we've gotta haul the monstrosity of a TV onto the bloody thing, that goes to plan....hmmmmm things are looking up... [55 minutes or so later] creeeeeeeeeeek....SMASH! I dont even flinch, I know exatly what happened. I dont give a shit right now. Theres fuck all I can do about it, it can wait. Bollocks to it! I finish what I was doing, and curiously go to see the wreckage. There lies at 3 grand (approx) Panasonic wide screen plasma TV, in roughly 3 pieces on the floor, proudly sitting ontop of the corner of kitchen counter it so gracefull demolished on its trip down... Nice I think, real nice... Just what I wanted.
The rest of the day was also a crock of shit, but after the pinical of bad luck and unwanted supprises that was the broken plasma, nothing else really comes close.
I Finally get home just after 10pm, after an insane and in retrospect rather reckless car journey down the M6 etc. Lock the car, get out all my stuff in the rain, walk in the house, storming upstairs without utting a word to anyone. I come almost instanly back down stairs now, topless and holding my katana (now unsheathed), walk straight back outside and into the dark, over the lawn an to the old hedge ajasent to it. I then preceeded to unleash hell onto said hedge. After a good few minutes im out of breath, soaked and covered in little cuts from various flying thorns. I call it a day and walk back into the house where, I then asked... "You alright?"
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nadine:
awww... 
broken_star_:
Aww you should have stopped by to see me in Manchester instead =) x