I'm in a fucking shit mood already today but the dating site people next door are driving me to insanity. The older bloke that seems to run it has now started ringing up whoever it is they ring up but he rings with it on speaker. But he isn't pottering around doing other stuff while it rings, no, he's just sat there with his hand on the receiver, waiting for an answer. Even with doors shut the noise of the ringing phone comes through the fucking wall and it has been going all cocking week. Why not just pick the thing up and stick it on your lug? And who actually leaves a phone to ring more than 5 times? If I ring someone, after 3 rings I'm thinking 'doubtful' and then on 5 it's time to hang up. He isn't waiting for an answerphone either as he hangs up as soon as that comes on. It seems he's just discovered this ringing on speaker feature and is using it ALL THE FUCKING TIME now. Do you ever feel you could just walk into someones room and just slap someone really hard round the face then just leave without explanation? Cos I do. He's such a patronising cunt to his clients when they do answer as well.
So off I go to Waitrose for my dinner. It seems to be a total lottery if they have some of the 'Cranks' range of snadwiches in. today they didn't so I'm lumbered with a fucking cheese selection pack. All the main queues are busy so I have to go for the basket only isle. I could see a biddy wandering up that way doing the trick all the biddies do, pop a basket in a trolley and then they qualify for that queue. And don't give me any 'ooo, their hands' guff, I'm talking of filling the trolley to more than any capacity of basket, they just think they can jump in because theyve put a basket inside a trolley. I used my superior speed to overtake and get to the queue ahead of her, leaving her to get stuck in one of the proper trolley queues, where she belongs. Notice the woman in front has lottery tickets. How very irritating, WAKE UP, YOU'RE NOT GOING TO WIN IT YOU THICK FUCKING PROLE. Man at the front is buying a single chicken sandwich. I can tell he's a prick just by looking at him. And so he is, a card is handed over for a purchase of £1.90. there's a cashpoint within the store so there is absolutely no excuse. I feel like slapping someones face again. I stood as close to him as I could and glared. It's fascinating how uncomfortable you can make people with a stare. I had a fowl look and a stare that suggested borderline violence levels and he didn't know where to look. He even did a 'woohoo' in a grating chirpy way when the machine spat the receipt out. What a nipple.
Had to get the lift with a girl from our floor but I'll be fucked if I was going to make any conversation, I shall pretend to text thanks.
Today is shaping up to be FUCKING SHIT.
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