Another pointless day

Well that didn't work. Not only had I had my worst day in any job ever (although I've had a close second when I worked at a college, thinking it was the last week I had to be there only to find out I had another two to go. Gutter), but the sleep wasn't that forthcoming. What with Mumbles, Spicy etc waking me up four sodding times because they were playing truth or fucking dare. I get pissed off if you wake me up at 4am. I get even more pissed off if you wake me up at 4am and take a picture of me. I get even more pissed off that that if you repeat the process and escape before I can cave your head in with your fucking camera.

It was this mindset that I went into work with the next day. This was not good. Especially since I was still as angry as when I'd left the previous day. As much as I've tried to get an actual reason, there are none given. It's the way in which I'm being told it that's making me the most suspicious. I get a sense of I'm only talking to you 'cos I've been ordered to and the reason I'm giving the "random shuffle" story is because it's the script I've been given. Something stinks and I don't think I'm just being paranoid like normal, or even reading too much into something. There's something lurking in the shadows and I just need to find a torch to shed some light on it.

That all being said, I guess I've got no other choice but to fizzle out into obscurity and eventually be forgotten about. They're giving big sodding hints that they don't want me there, but why the hell should I give in now? I can't stand losing moralistic battles. If they want to beat me down so I quit then they better bring a baseball bat and a shovel.

At the moment though, I feel like the new kid in the first Mighty ducks film. You know, the one that gets forced to move into that team and he really only wants to go back where he was. Sod team work.

On a slightly different note. What is it with people pussying out when it comes to me making drinking game rules? First time we played I made one that forbid everyone from looking at a specific wall. Apparently that's a stupid rule. When I made the rule last night that if a boyband came onto the TV and you didn't turn it over in ten seconds then you had to push me under a moving vehicle. I can't believe they wussed out of that one too. Jeez.

Half way through the day I started dancing in my chair for no reason. A bit of hip hop in there while I'm on a call. No idea what song I had in my head. This, as I've come to know, is the first sign that I'm going into some heavy mental breakdown. My usual outlet (getting people to beat the snot out of me) doesn't seem to appeal recently. I really want to hit other people though. In the face. Any volunteers, you know where I am.

I know I keep chopping and changing here, but that's what my head's doing anyway. What was I going to say again? Oh yeah. The way I see it. I've been trying, hard as I might, to climb the ladder of success at work. As soon as I see a little progress I can see people pouring grease down the rungs. This didn't stop me. It has now gotten to the point where they just sawed the bottom of the ladder off and said "There you go you stubborn bastard. See if you can get up there now." After 9 months of climbing to end up back down the bottom, is there any point in trying any more? For God's sake, I could have had a baby in that time. True, I'd have to grow a womb and whatnot, but at least attempting to do that would have gotten me further than where I am now. Not that you could bring up a child in this flat. Too much drunken debauchary. That and the hygeine.