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Yesterday evening I was pissed off.
This morning I was fuming.
Now I'm quite placid and calm, but I'm bubbling under the surface. I may pop sometime soon.
Came home from college yesterday afternoon and found out my driving instructor has been fired 5hours [worth of lessons] before my test. Fucking great. Now, I vaguely remember wanting to do an intensive course so it would be over and done with as soon as possible and it wouldn't effect my college work. I don't have time to be fannying about with lessons. I booked those lessons with me ex-instructor weeks in advance so I wouldn't have to worry about skiving college. Now I've changed instructors my lessons have changed. And because I need to book my lessons with him as soon as possible as I only have less than a week before my test, he's fully booked, so I have to work around him. I have to skive college in order to have my lessons. I had to go into college today and actually do something which needed to be done, which Zoe and Kate were relying on me to be there, but no, I had to take out two hours in order to have an assesment lesson. Not only that but because it's a different instructor, it's a different car, which means I have to get used to that car and I also have to change all of my referance points. ARGH! When I was on the phone to my new instructor last night he asked how many hours of lessons I've had and said "hmmm, well, we'd better have an assesment lesson before your test to see if you are actually ready for it. After that assesment lesson will you be offended if I told you that you'd fail if you went in for your test?". I am fucking taking my test regardless of what he thinks. I can drive better than most people on the roads, and I have been looking forward to this and don't appreciate being fucked about.
After that very long and tedious phone conversation I went to Matt's on my bike. We're gonna start having regular study nights because both of us have so much work to do but both of us would rather socialise! And this way, if I'm at Matt's it means I'm not being distracted by Myspace every 2seconds! Anyway, worked, watched a DVD, fell asleep, woke up, got ready to go, said goodbye to Matt, went outside and my bike was missing. Nowhere to be seen. I hate it when people steal. It is not their possesion to have. It is not their's. Fuck off, it's MINE. Greedy fuckers taking things they want without working for it and paying for it. Greedy, lazy, dis-honest, thiefing, wankers. Theifing has ALWAYS been one of my pet hates and it REALLY drives me up the wall. So instead of going to college today, instead of having my assesment lesson I've had to catch a bus into town from Matt's to go to the police station. I've had to catch a bus back home. I have to go and find my insurance documents and go down into Risca and sort it out. Then I'll have to come back home and get on with some work because I've missed college today. Stealing is sooo fucking easy for them but such an inconvenience for me. That was my bike. ARGH.
This morning I was fuming.
Now I'm quite placid and calm, but I'm bubbling under the surface. I may pop sometime soon.
Came home from college yesterday afternoon and found out my driving instructor has been fired 5hours [worth of lessons] before my test. Fucking great. Now, I vaguely remember wanting to do an intensive course so it would be over and done with as soon as possible and it wouldn't effect my college work. I don't have time to be fannying about with lessons. I booked those lessons with me ex-instructor weeks in advance so I wouldn't have to worry about skiving college. Now I've changed instructors my lessons have changed. And because I need to book my lessons with him as soon as possible as I only have less than a week before my test, he's fully booked, so I have to work around him. I have to skive college in order to have my lessons. I had to go into college today and actually do something which needed to be done, which Zoe and Kate were relying on me to be there, but no, I had to take out two hours in order to have an assesment lesson. Not only that but because it's a different instructor, it's a different car, which means I have to get used to that car and I also have to change all of my referance points. ARGH! When I was on the phone to my new instructor last night he asked how many hours of lessons I've had and said "hmmm, well, we'd better have an assesment lesson before your test to see if you are actually ready for it. After that assesment lesson will you be offended if I told you that you'd fail if you went in for your test?". I am fucking taking my test regardless of what he thinks. I can drive better than most people on the roads, and I have been looking forward to this and don't appreciate being fucked about.
After that very long and tedious phone conversation I went to Matt's on my bike. We're gonna start having regular study nights because both of us have so much work to do but both of us would rather socialise! And this way, if I'm at Matt's it means I'm not being distracted by Myspace every 2seconds! Anyway, worked, watched a DVD, fell asleep, woke up, got ready to go, said goodbye to Matt, went outside and my bike was missing. Nowhere to be seen. I hate it when people steal. It is not their possesion to have. It is not their's. Fuck off, it's MINE. Greedy fuckers taking things they want without working for it and paying for it. Greedy, lazy, dis-honest, thiefing, wankers. Theifing has ALWAYS been one of my pet hates and it REALLY drives me up the wall. So instead of going to college today, instead of having my assesment lesson I've had to catch a bus into town from Matt's to go to the police station. I've had to catch a bus back home. I have to go and find my insurance documents and go down into Risca and sort it out. Then I'll have to come back home and get on with some work because I've missed college today. Stealing is sooo fucking easy for them but such an inconvenience for me. That was my bike. ARGH.