Shit I just GOT to get of my chest...

Way to go. All day Saturday spent with a bloody headache. That's the friggin' weekend ruined then. Twat.

Have you ever lost an argument to a three year old?

That's me.

Every day.

The coffee machine ran out of sugar three times. Fair enough, you might thing, but when the bitch that comes in to fill up the fucker finished her job only a few hours before the sugar ran out, that's just frigging criminal. I can't understand the thought process behind this genius' actions. "Oh. The sugar container's empty. Fuck it". Retard.

I ask the boss if I can have a new PC as mine's steam-powered and has a crack habit. I'm told to wait until January because the budget for this kind of shit is frozen for the rest of the year. Half an hour later (I swear, thirty FUCKING seconds later) I see seven guys walking out of the building to bin a shed load of boxes from brand new fucking computers.

Slow week this week. Bored fuckless and stood outside smoking for twenty minutes out of every hour. Paid for being bored? Bingo!

Right.

First post.

I've only created this thing as a way to sound off on the shit that bothers me CONSISTANTLY throughout my day. Plus I'm bored shitless at work. Might do some more pissing about on here later tonight.