another weekend rattles through and it's back to boredom at work.
managed to do very little over the weekend apart from watch most of series 1 of Peep Show. Fucking Sainsbury's was a pain in the arse. they have decided to allow salesmen from Talk Talk to wander their stores preying upon people doing the shopping. It's difficult enough getting up the fucking high street avoiding charities, salesmen and surveys without it encrouching on what is an already shit experience - the weekly shop. I'm so fucking nice to them as well that I have to try and shake them off for fucking ages. Take the fucking hint, i don't want whatever dross you are selling, I am trying to tell you to fuck off without actually saying it. God knows why I am polite to them, I can find myself being openly scathing to annoying people wandering the street so the despicable salesman should be perfect fodder. Instead I claimed not to have a land line at all and have sent a complaint email to sainsbury's. Which is quite pathetic but I can rant on in an email and pretend someone doesnt actually read it. I bet the response is along the lines of 'we are trying to save out valued customers money on their phone bill' rather than 'talk talk gave us a big wedge of cash so we thought 'fuck the customer''.
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