My boss has been nicking all the good retouching jobs for himself, which is really fucking me off. wouldn't be so bad if some of his efforts weren't shit. and of course, being the boss, he isn't obliged to take on board any criticism so he just does his thing and sends them off to clients. he witters on about upping our standard and quality control without any conception of the fact that he is one of the problems. grrrr.
waitrose again for dinner, wish they did more than variations on fucking cheese sarnies. surely it isn't too hard to come up with some vegetarian options that don't involve cheese? Don't get me wrong, I love cheese, but every day is a little tiresome. It's a right pain in the arse trying to navigate that shop with all the pensioners chatting to each other, walking desperately slowly or blocking the aisle while they decide which crackers they want. plus I noticed quite a few people driving round in those little tiny electric buggies. I always wonder with those things whether they just can't be bothered to walk. as they are almost always middle-aged (i.e. not old) fat people, which makes it look ridiculous as the buggies are very small. Suppose it doesn't have quite the same automatic sympathy that goes with a wheelchair. I had one waiting while I looked through the strawberries, I wasn't going to hurry though as if I'm paying 2 quid for a small box, then I want them all to be pristine. Besides, I'm sure she'll have all day to be doing her shopping.
There was a sign on the clothes recycling bin saying 'climbing into this bin can cause serious injury'. would have thought that was pretty obvious being as it has a metal hinged hatch as its only access.
My road is beautiful at the minute, all the big old trees are fully clothed again in leaves and it is wonderful. so quiet with wildlife everywhere, brings a smile to my face walking down it every day. I could post a picture of it on here but I'd be scared of one of you internet freaks finding it and bludgeoning me to death on a walk home from the pub *brrr*. Will probably go out for a few drinks tonight then stumble home leaving chips on the road (No-one really drives up it) for all the lovely foxes or whatever else wants them. do it every friday when I'm pissed and theres never a chip to be found the following day.
Fuck me these trousers are tight today, havent worn them for a few months and by christ they are tight. spilt some chilli on my nice linen trousers so had to change them. I hate things to be baggy but you can practically see my pulse in these things
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