I know I'm just stressed & the fact that I was sick yesterday morning after taking my meds (meaning they didn't get chance to get into my system), then forgetting last-nights too hasn't helped to say the least. Add to that a stressed boss who snaps &/ complains she's tired! Ggrrr really gets me that kind of stupid comment... I'm running around like a twat wiping the arses of them all & she's got the cheek to tell me she's tired & stressed! Wake up & smell the coffee love.... You don't know what life is, no matter about fucking stress & tiredness! Harsh... Maybe, but I feel better so who cares.
Then of course there's my help... Angiee, a 200yr old Philipinoo lady who's loosing her marbles *putting it fecking mildly!* while giving mine a darn good bash too! The one year I get a good student who works off her own initiative/ is helpful, considerate & so sweet/nice (they do exists after all & I honestly could keep her as my own but fear I would be arrested for kidnap) I also get ANGIEEEE just to fuck me up! Gaud knows I try to love her & she is fab, but she's under my feet all the time, she walks behind me while i'm in front of my Aga /right in dangers way.... mid service too (hard when you can't see her at shoulder-blade height behind you), constantly telling the same story 6 to 8 times a day, 7 days a week, 5 weeks she's still here... AAGGGHHHHH! *you get me?*
And last, but by no means least.... On yes there's more stress bursting out of me yet! We have a house full of spoilt brats that need a darn good slap & parents that could do with one too at times! How can they sit chatting while their kids are squirting ketchup at each other & throwing water across the table? How can a kid get away with asking to go swimming (minus any please) & when the mother says "soon honey I have some-things to do first", reply "well you better hurry up then!" I can tell you they don't speak to me like shit & neither will I take their crap aimed at my staff. One snotty nosed brat took the micky out of Louise's accent & then ordered her & Ellice to tidy her room.... I don't think so madam! This maybe a 9 bed mansion but I can tell you there ain't room for another bitch here & that's a cert!
Just having a quick scan back & there are a lot of explanation marks in that post & I bet most shouldn't be there?! :o) I'm so bad at grammar *as I'm sure you can tell from reading thus far* & I truly would love to understand/learn the correct use of punctuation etc. Alas I'm short of a teacher :'(
I feel an idea coming on..... If you're a tad OCD about said matter I'm happy for you to copy this into a word doc, make corrections in red & email to me :D
I know peoples bad use of "your/ you're & there/their/they're etc really pisses me off.
Think I'm gonna finish here as this really is a fecked off rant with a dash of erratic pish... I need to brighten things back up, so think another post could be in order later today when I've cheered up spent time with Eastar & chilled :D
BTW... Can you tell I took last nights missed happy-pill & then todays am pill 2 hour later... Since then I've had 3x V&Cokes *all on empty tum.. tut tut* while writing this over a 3hr period, so am feeling much more chilled/slack jawed or should that be "slack fingered" lol, hence the waffling on openness.
END NOW!
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