First drunken rant....aka promotion scandal

Okay, so tipsy is a better description but that would just sound weird. I'm at the stage where I'll sing along to a song, but I won't dance to it...unless it's the Outhere brothers with Boom boom boom. Who can't dance to that?

Anyway, today I was going to rant and rave about being passed over for promotion, even though the promotion was on a temporary basis. When I found out I was ready to kill someone...although with me it doesn't take much for that to happen to be fair. But after it was explained to me why (apparently it was to give everyone the chance, but I'm just not going to get into that) I started to calm down. Now that I've had a few drinks I'm fine with it....admittedly I can't be held responsible about my state of mind when I wake up, but I'll cross that bridge (and burn it no doubt) when I come to it.

I've never really been the jealous type (apart from that time my bro said he met Jaws from the James Bond films...but that turned out to just be a look alike), and I don't think this was jealousy. It was more like anger and betrayal really. Put it this way, it felt like someone shat in my cereal. Ten minutes later it felt like they then shat on my toast and spread it on, then they made me a cup of tea, shat in that then handed it to me on a tray. Lets just say I wasn't best pleased with their shit special.

I guess we'll just have to wait and see what happens.