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Quickie

Just a quick one, this. I'm waiting for a few files to transfer from the server to my laptop before I go to bed. Due to the bastards I work for putting me down for work on a fucking Sunday (as well as Monday's bank holiday), I have to wake up earlier than usual tomorrow in order to cycle to work (only around 40 minutes uphill by bike), on a bicycle that has seen a large number of better days, to the extent that when any pressure is exerted upon the pedal, the gears jolt, sending an upthrust right between my balls. Lovely.

I am very poor, due to the fuck ups in payroll not paying me on the 21st, when I was supposed to be paid. Instead, I'm being paid this Friday. I've been charged £50 from my bank for direct debits that should have been paid, I've been cut off from my phone (and Vodafone is now threatening legal action), the electric bill is on its final reminder, my rent has not been paid, and I'm feeling nothing but anger for the cunts who expect me to just take it and be happy. Heck, as long as the beloved customers are sold things they don't want, the staff can go fuck themselves.

I don't think I've ever been so dissolusioned with an employment this quickly. I've been at the company 3 weeks. Whilst the rest of my team are doing a standard 35 hour week, I've been made to work 41 hours, with today being my only day off all week. I've had to work a Sunday and Bank Holiday Monday on my first week out of training. That doesn't seem fair to me. But hey, like I said. I'm just staff.

My room is a shit tip, I hate my job, I'm creatively dead, comickly speaking, and Niina, my best friend, is leaving Worcester forever within the week. I am thoroughly fed up. I did consider just throwing myself off some kind of bridge this afternoon as I was doing a practice run of my new way to work, but realised that the bike wasn't mine, and my housemates didn't deserve the bike being nicked while I was lying at the bottom of some drop. It's not their fault this has happened. And I'm not going to let a job make me do something like that. At this point, I'd love to be dead, but it's the principles of the thing. I've always said and will always say that when I die, it is to be on my own terms and no one else's. It's the only certainty in life, and by god I'm not going to let some other fucker do it for me.

Right, that's it. If anyone has any spare vicodin, prozac, zopiclone, mescaline, lysergic acid diethalymide or ketamine, you know where I am.

posted by Cos Ryan @ 10:59 PM