That's the only word to describe today. I think it's safe to say after working 8 days>day off>3 days>day off>6 days that I am close to exploding. My feet are in ultimate aching pain.
And so the complaining will begin. I think I would've got through today much better had it not been for a certain self-important twat telling me that I should get a new job and that Open University isn't as good as going to real university and "bla bla bla I go to Oxford bla bla bla", well quite honestly, FUCK OFF Mr "I have academic work to do", FUCK RIGHT OFF. Sadly I didn't realise how much he'd annoyed me until after he left and I was finally free of his Oxford bullshit, otherwise I might've punched him.
Rant over.
That's really all I've got to write about today. I just don't have any energy to be writing anything more specific than how much ^ annoyed me. I can't believe a couple of days ago I thought he was okay. But he's really just one of those condescending upper class pricks. UGH.
bai.x.
2 comments:
julian and i were right!
yeah you were! I should've learnt my lesson about him when he told half of the people at work last year that I was slagging them off on facebook... grr...
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