ladies and gentlemen.
Started this morning. Sorry to let on the bad news to you all, but its the very reason why I'm writing in a very sharp and non-tactical way.
Oh the joys of being a woman.
Two things have already pissed me off this morning. The first being the fact that I cannot find my re-direction letter, so I cannot go online and redirect my mail to my mum's address. So I have to phone them up and go through an automated system that will probably take what seems like 2 hours of trailing round in circles, finding that at the end of it all you've got through the 'international mailing' department rather then the 're-direction department' (If there is ever a specific 'department' in the Royal Mail'). Then you hang up...then you start all over again.
Grand.
The second thing that pissed me off today is that I was shuffling for my piece of paper for my re-direction letter and found a seemingly innocent piece of white standard A4 paper stuffed in the corner of the drawer. I opened it only to find that it was my hours that I was meant to hand in the scheduling for this week...Meaning that I'm taking a chance going in today, because I might not get the hours I need. Wonderful. Fan-bloody-tastic.
I just have to wait 7 days or so until this time of month is over. Then my emotions can settle again and I can put my machete back in the wardrobe. I swear it looks very inviting leant against the wall like that...
I think I might use it to cut the meat tonight.
I'm so fucking weird arn't I. (But don't worry folks, I'm not that extreme. I have no machete)
Nada
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