Upon opening the shop today I noticed that there was NO STOCK! Silly Boss Cow had cleaned out the whole shop and effectively closed the business without telling me! What a cow! My alarm code didn't work either, so I just left it running!

Luckily, it had all been just a BIG FUCKING DREAM and that I no longer work there! I now have a much, much better job, at a nice company, working with nice people, which is fucking wonderful! 

So I apply for a position advertised on a jobs board, attach my CV and a covering letter. Then I get an email asking me for addition information. The link takes me to a page where I am asked to input my details again!

Why? You've already got my details and everything you need to know! Why are you wasting my time? Fucks sake.

Twats.

p.s. I'm actually working, and it's loads better than my last job, but there are better jobs out there and I've set my sights higher this time.

This is a rant about people who don't bother to reply to text messages. I've sent messages to eight people this afternoon but have only received three replies back. That means that five of my friends are shit. Well, they're not really, but it does annoy the fuck out of me when people don't reply. It doesn't take much to reply so there really isn't any excuse.

Coppers are filth, that's all I can say. Stealing my potential girlfriend-to-be, the cunts. It's made me hate them even more than I do, and I didn't think that was possible.

Fucking law-breaking woman-stealing motherfucking filth cunts.

I'm going to put a sign up in my shop, saying "sorry but we don't serve coppers".

Title says it all really.
I'll blog about it properly when I'm at work tomorrow.

*CUNT*

I rang in sick on Saturday. Its only my second sickie in twelve months, so hardly a regular occurrence. I left a message on her answerphone at 6:45am, so plenty of notice. Right?