oh my life, things at work are just awful. and i am not exaggerating. we open tomorrow night (one day late, like that'll make a difference - DAVID YOU'VE HAD 6 FUCKING YEARS!!) and nothing is ready. I don't even wanna turn up at work tomorrow. Dickface just rang me up moaning about the internet which isn't working since I tried to put us wireless. He asked me why I bothered trying to do it. Er, hello?! Because it's all over our goddam advertising and we could be sued for false fucking advertising if we don't have it? cock fucker. I hate that man, I really do. Andy offered me a job tonight cheffing at the lion, I'm thinking I may have to take it at this rate. Same pay I'm on now. More fun. It's looking good. I fucking hate that man. I will not be spoken to how he treats me. Why should I be the one to blame? He has had MONTHS to sort all this fucking shit out and NOTHING is done on time and he has the audacity to fucking moan at me?

Fuck him. And fuck TWH.