....so I thought I'd have a rant.....
My local Off License is f**king gay. It's supposed to shut at 10 on weeknights, so you toddle along at about quarter to ten to pick up some supplies, and you get there, try the door, and it's locked. You can see that fat bearded old sow that asks me for ID twice a week cashing up, and that old camp geezer hoovering. They look at you as if "WTF? A customer? on a Thursday night?" and shout "We're closed!"
So you say, "The sign says you close at 10, and it's not even ten to."
"Yeah, but we're closed."
"But you should be open"
So she oinks back "I've got a life outside of working here you know."
"Yeah, and I work in a school but I don't send the kids home early when I f**king well feel like it."
Then you swear at them, swear never to go in there again, and go in the next night because Somerfield is shut and you medically need a beer. Cnuts.
I started back at work on Tuesday, and was working with some young kids. We ended up doing a bit of a wall display, and got the glitter out. Needless to say it got everywhere, but that's to be expected. But the annoying thing about glitter is you only have to look at a tube to be covered in it for the rest of f**king time. You think you get it all, but no, you catch the light right, and you BECOME the light. I looked like a frigging mirrorball, and after several showers, I'm still pulling glitter out of my arse.
The new Vodaphone advert where the guy leaves work to meet a girl but keeps ending up back in work. AIDS.
The amount of adverts on Sky. And every channel has adverts at exactly the same time, so you can't flick between channels. And the music that they have on the Sky planner. And the sh*te she keeps filling up the hard drive with. Wallace and Gromit? Piss off....
People who really shout when they talk on the phone.
My dog's out and out refusal to let me cut his nails. So he clicks around on the laminate floor like a frigging morse code message.
My dad. But he's a constant annoyance.
And the fact that I never get a break, because my mate gets them all.
My local Off License is f**king gay. It's supposed to shut at 10 on weeknights, so you toddle along at about quarter to ten to pick up some supplies, and you get there, try the door, and it's locked. You can see that fat bearded old sow that asks me for ID twice a week cashing up, and that old camp geezer hoovering. They look at you as if "WTF? A customer? on a Thursday night?" and shout "We're closed!"
So you say, "The sign says you close at 10, and it's not even ten to."
"Yeah, but we're closed."
"But you should be open"
So she oinks back "I've got a life outside of working here you know."
"Yeah, and I work in a school but I don't send the kids home early when I f**king well feel like it."
Then you swear at them, swear never to go in there again, and go in the next night because Somerfield is shut and you medically need a beer. Cnuts.
I started back at work on Tuesday, and was working with some young kids. We ended up doing a bit of a wall display, and got the glitter out. Needless to say it got everywhere, but that's to be expected. But the annoying thing about glitter is you only have to look at a tube to be covered in it for the rest of f**king time. You think you get it all, but no, you catch the light right, and you BECOME the light. I looked like a frigging mirrorball, and after several showers, I'm still pulling glitter out of my arse.
The new Vodaphone advert where the guy leaves work to meet a girl but keeps ending up back in work. AIDS.
The amount of adverts on Sky. And every channel has adverts at exactly the same time, so you can't flick between channels. And the music that they have on the Sky planner. And the sh*te she keeps filling up the hard drive with. Wallace and Gromit? Piss off....
People who really shout when they talk on the phone.
My dog's out and out refusal to let me cut his nails. So he clicks around on the laminate floor like a frigging morse code message.
My dad. But he's a constant annoyance.
And the fact that I never get a break, because my mate gets them all.
