Huffity Puffity Poop
Riddle me this, bat-bloggers; If a package containing valuable documents concerning my past earnings and proof of identity are posted with a first-class stamp on the Saturday evening before the changes in weight classification would make it unviable to process, but after the last Saturday pick-up, what are the chances of Staffordshire LEA knowing how badly I need a few thousand pounds within the next fort-night?
When people talk about tension, they often referre to it as something solid and palpable, a thing you could reach out and touch like a heavy, oppressive mist that settles upon everything and somehow, inexplicably, drags it down to the ground. I used to think that was hyperbole and bullshit, but not anymore. This stuff is freaking me out.
Anyway, 'fell out with manager yesterday. If she had been a mere fraction more condescending to me for making a simple mistake, I would have gleefully shoved her pork-chop face into the pc screen she so dearly likes to gaze at and remove it only when I was absaloutely certain that she was beyond medical assistance and incapable of being identified by the authorities working at the soon-to-be-established crime scene.
Sometimes the things I think are a bit scary, aren't they? Good job I'm a total wuss, then.
Enjoy!
When people talk about tension, they often referre to it as something solid and palpable, a thing you could reach out and touch like a heavy, oppressive mist that settles upon everything and somehow, inexplicably, drags it down to the ground. I used to think that was hyperbole and bullshit, but not anymore. This stuff is freaking me out.
Anyway, 'fell out with manager yesterday. If she had been a mere fraction more condescending to me for making a simple mistake, I would have gleefully shoved her pork-chop face into the pc screen she so dearly likes to gaze at and remove it only when I was absaloutely certain that she was beyond medical assistance and incapable of being identified by the authorities working at the soon-to-be-established crime scene.
Sometimes the things I think are a bit scary, aren't they? Good job I'm a total wuss, then.
Enjoy!