Okay, todays wax-poetical, courtesy of yesterday's shit:
My boss shit on me AGAIN yesterday morning by transferring me to a different area for delivery at the last fucking minute, after pissing me about prepping other posties' deliveries all morning from 6-8:10a.m.
I had six really heavy mailbags to deliver (not usually a problem) after marching into his office and nearly getting myself fired for calling my boss a lying bastard in front of two other gaffers!
While out on delivery I strained my left leg, triggering my sciatica again. This, coupled with the impending later finish time, made it impossble to make my driving lesson later that day. So I called my instructor to let him know I wasn't going to make it. I got a fucking lecture full of complaints off of him for the courtesy - saying if it happened again he was going to charge me for the missed lesson. Now I know the twat, sorry man, 's gotta make a living too but as I tried to explain to him - if Royal Mail pisses me about at the last minute it's hardly my fault, now is it?
Rounded the day off by heading out for a drink with Davey, only to find out my good buddy spent the afternoon fucking his ex's brains out. This is a woman who kicked him out of their house 6 years ago, after admitting to an affair, with just two binbags of his stuff. (She had the affair with another man's cock, not the binbags, you understand).
I know there's something to be said for hot dirty sex with the ex - Christ, we've all done it haven't we? But a woman who cheated AND turfed you out???
Come on! Wake up and smell the chlamydia!
Rant over. Right, am out on the town tonite for said fuckwit's 40th birthday bash. Details tomorrow when I've regained consciousness and revived my drunken spirits with fried bacon and sausage!
Talk AT YOU soon. - Dek (cause, let's face it that's all I do here rant like a stunningly literate nutjob!)
My boss shit on me AGAIN yesterday morning by transferring me to a different area for delivery at the last fucking minute, after pissing me about prepping other posties' deliveries all morning from 6-8:10a.m.
I had six really heavy mailbags to deliver (not usually a problem) after marching into his office and nearly getting myself fired for calling my boss a lying bastard in front of two other gaffers!
While out on delivery I strained my left leg, triggering my sciatica again. This, coupled with the impending later finish time, made it impossble to make my driving lesson later that day. So I called my instructor to let him know I wasn't going to make it. I got a fucking lecture full of complaints off of him for the courtesy - saying if it happened again he was going to charge me for the missed lesson. Now I know the twat, sorry man, 's gotta make a living too but as I tried to explain to him - if Royal Mail pisses me about at the last minute it's hardly my fault, now is it?
Rounded the day off by heading out for a drink with Davey, only to find out my good buddy spent the afternoon fucking his ex's brains out. This is a woman who kicked him out of their house 6 years ago, after admitting to an affair, with just two binbags of his stuff. (She had the affair with another man's cock, not the binbags, you understand).
I know there's something to be said for hot dirty sex with the ex - Christ, we've all done it haven't we? But a woman who cheated AND turfed you out???
Come on! Wake up and smell the chlamydia!
Rant over. Right, am out on the town tonite for said fuckwit's 40th birthday bash. Details tomorrow when I've regained consciousness and revived my drunken spirits with fried bacon and sausage!
Talk AT YOU soon. - Dek (cause, let's face it that's all I do here rant like a stunningly literate nutjob!)