I was just about to say – thank god its Friday.
But its only Thursday isn't it.
Well I hope there's a cold bottle of wine in the fridge.
You know how sometimes you have a job to do and everything goes wrong? I had one of those jobs this week. It was an order of 20 tiles and everything that could go wrong did go wrong. There was a point yesterday when I felt like taking all the tiles outside and smashing them to small pieces, then seriously hurting whoever was nearby. In fact at that point I would've paid the people to take them away from me.
So I considered lying on the bed and having a quick cry, but I didn't. I sucked it up and got them done. And now they're all packed up ready to post.
And it reminded me of this job I had once. It was my first job when I left school. For an accountant doing boring bookeeping type things.
And he was a dodgy creepy sleazy bastard who fancied me.
And his wife who also worked there was a nasty mean bitter old bitch.
And she in particular made my life hell. She was so mean and twisted that she made me a nervous wreck and I used to do everything wrong and then she'd think I was stupid. She'd just be at me all the time and I couldn't concentrate.
Of course these days I could drag both their ugly arses up for harrasment but back then there was nothing like that. You just had to suck it up.
I left in the end because it was starting to mess with my head.
I hope they both got their comeuppance
oh look, almost wine o clock
anyway, here's a sort of newbie