I’ve been on holiday. Not for the 2.5 months it has taken me to write a new post unfortunately, just last week.
It was lovely, best chillaxing holiday I’ve had EVER. Should you wish to find out more about it you may visit here or even here. It was great, I loved it, enjoy the photos.
Now I’m back at work and Island times feel a million light years away. It would seem that the troubles we were having at work before I went away, continued into the week I was away (good to know they don’t just occur on my “manager on duty to deal with all your shit” days; but apparantly gossip proving true, said issues are only going to get worse. Yay work. I’m so excited about all my future 13 hour days and the tension headaches all the whinging nonsense bull static will give me. I’ve pretty much decided just to keep my mouth shut through the impending doom because I’m at the point that anything I do say will almost certainly be considered inappropriate, unprofesional and discriminatory. AND as with any work place environment, there will be I am sure, a hideous amount of piss taking from absolutely everybody else.
Dear. God. I see red just thinking about it.
It’s all good, there are at least 3 suckers at work that will struggle through to continue making money for “the man”. Yes, I would be one of them.
Luckily I get paid fortnightly, so I’m not left screaming “why oh why oh why????” for too long before I remember “why oh why oh why????”.. of course my 2.25% payrise (wicked) may have only added to the ever growing headache.
I’m thinking I’ll give it a month, and just before everyone goes off on holiday, I’ll go cry about how awful I feel about everything and everyone to the point where I can’t eat or sleep or do anything. Maybe my doctor will give me a nice big sicknote and a whole bunch of funky pills.
Or do exactly what I want to do every time someone tells me they are sick, slap ”em hard round the back of the head yelling “suck it up and get your arse to work”.
