If I start moaning, I'll probably never stop.
Actually, apart from my car dying, working too much, and having to fill out pages and pages of forms for immigration I don't really have anything to moan about. Life is pretty damn good.
sorry but this is'nt the "Life is pretty damn good" thread.
It was weird here, first I tried the cash machine in my home town (if I'm still allowed to call it that, even tho' I don't actually live there anymore ), then I travelled about 20 miles (to the city where I currently live), tried a couple of machines there, and got the same error(s).
And they did the same thing(s) in both places: first, I got a message saying that my current (attempted) withdrawal was too large, and that I was only allowed to get a k at once. Then, as I tried again, I got a message saying that the machine couldn't connect to my bank.
Naturally, I made my mum pay for my new TV, so everybody won.
The little people who live in cash machines have Sunday orf to chat in interweb porn forums.
All spelling mistakes and grammatical errors in my post's are intentional.
Aparently I have to go to work at 9 tommorow morning, instead of 12 as per usual because we arn't selling enough fucking extended warrantys. So now we have to do training.
The only problem is...I DONT GIVE A FUCK IF WE DONT SELL WARRANTYS OR NOT. I got bitched at today because:
A) I didnt donate to the special olympics for the dress down day EVEN THOUGH I donated like 15$ the day before.
B) Im not going to the christmas party (WHICH IS ON NOVEMBER 25TH???). Why my boss would expect me to WANT to hang out with her, and the other 40 year old single ugly pothead loosers on my saturday night is beyond me. I only like 2 people at my work..and they arnt going(because they dont want to hang out with their bosses either) so FUCK THEM.
Now I'm not going to be able to finish my fucking homework.
Also, I did nothing on my saturday night AND I had a ride too. So im in a pissy mood. I'm also wondering where the fuck my girlfriend is because I havnt talked to her in 2 days.
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