Flat job with stolen DVD's

It's been ages since I've had a rant, and what better a place to do it. Lets see..... I have a list somewhere....

1) The billing for the new flat is a fucking joke. They've taken it several times, they've not set it up, they've set it up wrong. I guess that's what happens when you get something at the last minute.

2) I'm back on the phones as of today. Whoopdefuckingdoo. Admittedly it's better than it was, but it's still a job where you get punished for thinking for yourself (and I have been. Really). The novelty of having my job done for me will wear off very quickly, but it's a good job that I've printed off a few CV's today.

3) The guy who nicked all my DVD's? You remember him. Well he's in my front room. I'm paranoid as fuck. I know I won't be able to sleep tonight. I definately know I won't be able to concentrate at work tomorrow knowing he's probably helping myself to all my stuff (again). I'm gonna text the landlord in the morning and ask for a lock to be put on my door. If he doesn't let me then fuck knows what I'm going to do......

I don't really feel that much better after that....





.....fuck