Ranty Rant

Its been a tiring week and a bit being back in the big scary world of working for The Man. The thing that Ive discovered however is that The Man is really rather rude.He doesnt care about manners or common courtesy, oh no sir. He's much more interested in answering his phone by simply saying his name in a manner in which suggests that he may defecate on your mom simply for having the minerals to ring him on his work specific mobile phone. Hes more interested in saying Ciao to people even though hes actually from Barnsley or some other little backwater town in the North of England.He's also more much interested in talking in half sentances for instance "Jimmy...thursday...yeah..." Is just one example of the kind of conversations often heard belowing around the office. So its safe to say that I dont like my job...I also dont like the fact that I'm only there for the money, it sits uncomfortably with me one my hour long bus journeys to and from work.Theres something unsettling about the fact that im sacrificing my summer for 7.50 an hour.

So if your unlucky enough to be on the end of a phone call from one particularly knackered phone monkey from Birmingham, take pity on me and please, for the sake of your children and for our lord and saviour JC himslef please dont say Ciao


*EDIT - ive just figured it out - im officially working for the cash machine - now i see what those talented lads from (insert small provincial town here) were talking about. Its shit this