Hahahaha!!!
FUCKERS!!!
Seeya; wouldn't wanna be ya!..
...walked out of the chippy last night. Was gonna get sacked next week anyway, for taking time off that I'd booked, cos their whole system is so fuckin inept. So nothing to lose really, and -
- Brummie twat and Weegie Gnome (they hate me; I hate them) were doing their usual sotto voce bitching about me (sticks and stones, boys, sticks and stones) when suddenly I realised that if I left right that instant, Brummie Twat would be required to stay til close instead of leaving at 7 for a much-needed, long-awaited pissup.
(Petty? Aye. Childish? No doubt. But it made me so very very happy, so how can it be wrong..?
Made my apologies to the only supervisor I can stand, proffering the explanation that if I stayed another second I was going to nut sombebody, and danced merrily off to the pub.
I'll be cool - freed up heaps of time for my real job search and scary forms; got enough cash to cover my ludicrously low rent for a month or so, and will pick up something else if I need to I'm sure.
They think I'm stupid, Brummie Twat and Weegie Gnome. Sometime roundabout half ten last night, while still scraping up the grease and mank of a manically busy night on short staff (instead of chilling with a nice cold beer like me), it may have occurred to them that I'm not.
Smirk...
