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I have been here since 9 oclock this morning and will not leave here til 8 o'clock this evening. Although I have been here since 9 I havent sold a bean... I've had to sit through some dire calls and it is beginning to get me down...
I will not be able to see my friend for at least another week and this causes a different kind of frustration but one which is ultimately easier to bear as it is not costing me money...
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trying to sort out this frikkin internet connnection is frustrating. Authorising the use of YOUR taxes is a pain in the ass. There's like a million forms and signatures to get through.
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We all prisoners, chickee-baby. We all locked in.
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I have the arse-end of a cold which means that every ten seconds I have to snort like a cocaine-sniffing pony to try and clear the back of my throat :attractive:
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I am hungover to fuck. Only had about four pints but this morning I've already thrown up in the shower and now at work. I feel fucking wretched. Can any readers beat that?
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I need a nurse and a bucket and richard and judy on th e tv in the background and cold wate and I'm going to have to puke AGAin what i wrong with me
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You've got another three or four hours until you'll feel sentient. But don't worry, you'll be fine and right ready to go on the pop again by seven. Best of british and all.
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I am severley frustrated by a colleague who doesn't exactly pull his weight, yet yesterday decided to work from home (a privelege I enjoy, but make sure the workload goes through). He does nothing all morning, then complains he can't get his remote dial in to work, whilst me and my colleague are beasted with stuff. He is summoned to work, and then decides after a few hours that he will take the morning off - not ask mind as the rest of us do. He sits on his arse all yesterday grooming people on the net, and this morning, once again, me and my colleague find a mountain of work to do.
I find it therefore frustrating that I am about to lose my homeworking rights because of an imbecile who doesn't give a shit about his job. Wanker.
Yesterday I really fancied some Cup-A-Soup with my cheese roll, but the stupid campus shop didn't have any, so instead I bought a cake, because they smelt nice. I then put the cake in my desk drawer and forgot about it til just now. I thought I was buying some sort of cherry pastry, but inside was a brown paste that tasted almost, but not quite like chocolate, with some crunchy bits in. It was not unpleasant. What do you think it was?
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Had a fantastically frustrating day yesterday. For the first time in about two years my wife was going to have a full day without any kids around. She's been looking forward to it for ages, a chance to catch up on all sorts of things and generally have a bit of a chill-out and recharge the batteries before I go off to France.
First thing I did when I got up was switch the central heating on to dry some stuff on the radiators. There was a faint smell of melting plastic and no sound from the boiler. Oh dear. Called out the gas board and they came round at 10 a.m. and spent the whole day pulling the system apart, asking for cups of coffee, asking to borrow ladders, dust sheets, tools, asking to use the lavvy every 20 minutes. She ended up spending the whole day till school pick up time just sitting in a mess and almost in tears that her great day had been ruined (and I mean in our house these days off are as rare as rocking horse shit).
So, anyway, she did the school run but couldn't face going out again later to get one of the boys from football practice. So I nipped off early from work to get him, only to have a puncture... which normally just doesn't happen for months on end (though it's the season just now of course). So I fixed it and legged it home but was five minutes too late and she'd had to go out again.
So, there you go, pure frustration in a limited edition box, gift wrapped.
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Thanks herbs, I thought I was the only one.
and wow dang, your life is like a situation comedy except instead of being funny is full of things that would drive me to murderous thoughts. Don't listen to the voices.
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I'm having a frustrating day with my brain. I seem to be having a career crisis, in that I seem to be just doing menial shit I could do with one arm tied behind my back, get huffy about 'someone of my experience, etc', but seem unable to get the confidence and get-up-and-go to sell myself to get new/better stuff. If this cycle continues I'll be working in B&Q and reading Wittgenstein in my break, by the end of the year.
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An Ode to Benway It's hard to know if you're alive or dead When steel and fire go roaring through your head.
One moment you'll be crouching at your gun Traversing, mowing n00bs down half in fun : The next, you choke and clutch at your right breast No time to think leave all and off you go . . . To Canvey Island where the Spice girls blow, To lovely groves of cake, lager and lime Breathe no good-bye, but ho, and LOL! It's a queer time.
You're charging madly at them yeling 'Fag!' When somehow something gives and your feet drag. You fall and strike your head; yet feel no pain And find . . . You're posting about...wedding's, children?.. On handbag?, 'cause it's a rainy day. O its soo gay, and lovely threads to climb! You're back in the old sailor suit again. It's a queer time.
Or you'll be dozing safe in your bed-sit A great roar, the walls shake and fall about You're struggling, gasping, struggling, then . . . hullo! Steelgate comes tripping gaily down the trench, Hanky to nose -- the homeless make a stench Getting his point across, relentless, all the time. Funny! because he died two years ago! It's a queer time.
The trouble is, things happen much too quick; Up jump the l33t, keyboards thump and click, You stagger, and the whole scene fades away: Even good n00bs don't like passing straight From Tipperary or their Hymn of Hate To Alleluiah-chanting, and the chime Of golden harps . . . and . . . I'm not well today . . . It's a queer time.
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I'm finding it really difficult to keep my mouth shut in the face of things I disagree with. In order to get by, I have to just shut my hole but that isn't transparency is it? But some things are best left unsaid. In the times I do voice my thoughts I am punished for it severley.
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