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| Hello everyone, Fucking hell, I'm really full after a big tub of Duchy's Organics tomato soup and a 'pain rustica' (deary me) from waitrose. I didn't manage to finish the soup. Had some fucking great news on Friday, my missus got a job she went for the other week that she really liked. She's a financial controller but where she currently works is full of lazy cunts and arseholes. She'd gone to this place and really got on with the Financial Director and got a second interview on Thursday. Wasn't expecting to hear anything until wednesday but the agency rang on friday evening to say she'd got it. I'd gone to the pub on my tod after work (the missus dropped me off) and was having a good old think (probably looking like a right miserable cunt to everyone else) and she popped in to say she'd got it. I was (well, still am), absolutely over the moon for her, it's a very high flying and professional company and she's really excited by it. I hope they get in some ballbreaker in to replace her to kick the knackers at her current place in to shape (some of them when she started, i.e., the men, refused to work for her, because she's a woman. Fucking pathetic eh? this has meant the place has just been a shambles. My missus was recommending to a consultant they had in that they should close or shut her office and move it elsewhere as they are all so useless. I kinda hope they do, some of them have said some fucking horrible things to my missus, probably for the crime of wanting to do a job properly) Weekend was fairly quiet. popped to sainsburys, gave the asian big issue seller a couple of quid, which he was very grateful for and a really old boy was collecting for the RAF association so I popped a tenner in his tin. bless im, he gave me a salute and shook my hand. Popped down to the park with the missus afterwards. beautiful. I absolutely adore that park. We just sat there, my arm round her, having a wee chat as the golfers pitched up to the hole and dogs walked past. Sounds of the woodpeckers in the distance. It just felt perfect. Wandered round the gardens behind the now dropping to bits old house (sort it out lewisham/bromley council, that could be fucking beautiful!). the gardens were cracking. I spent a while looking at the patterns in all the different tulips. Spectacular colours. I like tulips. Popped out for a beer with her in the evening (I sat and watched soccer saturday and was pleased with the result, obviously. My QPR mate really likes sunderland and wants to see us up there). Went to the jolly woodman, which I'd never been to. It was canny, I was expecting better like, maybe if I liked real ales I would have liked it more as apparently they are very good in there. Went up to the oakhill afterwards, few doors up. Quite pleasant. A man queried me in the toilets about the lack of trap for if you need a dump. I explained I think there main toilets round the other side which presumably house a trap. They had a DJ on later who started out ok but then went very shit and there some absolute fucknuts up dancing, mainly girls giving it the 'oh please, look at me'. there wasnt a dancefloor in there, they moved tables to enable them to make room for their fucking annoying little show. Walked home. Quite a long walk. Gym on Sunday then park on my own. Very nice. then did fuck all for the evening. Went to bed when my flatmate wanted to watch Lost In Translation. Had the feeling I wouldn't enjoy it. He said this morning it was ok but didn't understand the hype at all. Well, the first word he used was 'shit'. I'm still itching, especially when trying to sleep but I think I'm getting there. At the very least I'll be getting some fucking drugs to stop the itching when I see the consultant as it is really fucking annoying | ||
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