Had to leave earlier than usual for my dinner as bloke next door did one speaker ring too many. Wandered up the road and thought I would potter round HMV to see if there were any DVDs I could remotely fancy in their 3 for 20 quid offer. After much searching I found one with apasable second but couldn't find a third. I tried but to no avail, I really need to justify spending the money. It was so oppressively hot upstairs in HMV, just that breathless feeling. Fuck knows how the staff work in that, just made me want a nap in the time I was in there. Disappointed with my lack of purchase, despite the spent time, I headed off to Pret. It was choc full of parents with their annoying scrotes. Having to work your way around the little shits is annoying enough without one of them parking their fucking huge off road indestructable-looking buggy in the middle of things. Many office workers trying to get food but do ANY of the parents control their kids? Of course they don't. As I try to squeeze through to the racks another buggy trundles through the door and the dad immediately says 'I'll go and wait in the queue'. Now, his missus was only starting out on getting the sandwiches and do you think it may be a bit cunty doing that at peak time. I was stood behind him as he tried blaring over his shoulder to his missus what he wanted. Then there is a cashier waiting and he's at the front of the queue. 'errr, you'd better go first, I guess' as I stared into the side of his head, I was already on my way round him before he gave his permission. He said the 'I guess' quite reluctantly. What a fucking cretin, get in the queue once you have your stuff, same as every other person, same as every other person who has more important stuff to do than telling their little fucking jemima to stop annoying people for the day.
I pottered back down the hill, letting my anger seep away. That is, until lad next to me has just starting sucking his fingers after every mouthful of food.
Got to the lift and the girl from the front desk of the building is waiting. muuurrrrr, it's up at floor 6, if it waits too long I can pretend I've got frustrated and opted for the stairs. Just as I'm about to do so, it moves so I'm obliged to wait for it now, as it will be a bit obvious taking the stairs when its on its way. She's very quiet this girl, so in anticipation of it arriving, I start typing out an imaginary important text message, just to avoid the conversation. I actually typed out a proper message as well with 'hello there, how's things with you at the minute?' on it. Saved some discomfort in the lift.
This electricity job is getting on my tits a bit now, they are being quite stupidly anal about things, but ad agency people just like the power of it I think, because they are cunts, in general.
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