Thirteen jobs, half of which were either drunk or long term alcoholics
The other half (with the exception of two people) were either wimps, obnoxious or a complete waste of time.
The only people driving around Newham were the sort of people who got their driving license free in a cereal box.
I’m having real trouble (read: finding it impossible) booking a hotel and flight to Copenhagen in June.
My laptop has both a virus and spyware on it (even though I never open email attachments, use a firewall). Neither of which are being fixed with the usual tools, and so will require some real work when I have the time.
The FRU car I’m driving at the moment only seems to pick up African pirate radio stations, and doesn’t have a CD player.
…and then…while driving on blue lights and sirens, I had a young man walk calmly out in front of me – knowing I would stop. He also gave me that whole, “you are a piece of shit I have found on my shoe” look that certain sections of the Newham population seem to perfected towards anyone in a uniform.
Don’t ask me how I managed to stop myself from gunning the engine and aiming for the arrogant bastard. There may have been some rather unprofessional shouting at him though.
It’s been a while since I felt that all-over white-hot rage.
So, not a good day really.
Same again tomorrow