Actually as of now.... the tw@ who keeps putting the wrong paper in the printer, to stop it.
I've just sent a shirty email out to the workforce to which i'll no doubt have HR bearing down on me.
At this very moment - Permission to grab my cudgel and smash my cruel, dumb-****, traitorous cow of a manager a few good ones upside her dumb-**** head, before watching her fall to the floor and bleeding out... preferably surrounded by the 300 people whose careers she just ended.
That, or winning a few hundred quid to insure the free Golf TDi I've had to thus decline...
1000 bookings, someone to answer all those bookings, a release of pressure meaning I could have the night off, eat chinese food, watch intersteller and play a bit of fifa!
An end to the monotonous, soul destroying rat race I have found myself in which causes me to wake at night in a cold sweat knowing I have to return to my own personal hell the following morning.
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