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Sometimes, just sometimes, I'd like to go to work on a Sunday and not be the only person actually doing what I'm being paid to do instead of standing around chatting for five/ten minutes at a time. That's including my 'supervisors'. What's so fucking super about them anyway? I'm not saying I'm an angel or anything but I hardly ever slack. I always make sure I am doing something, be it clean something, prepare some food, tidy up etc. I swear if I hadn't ignored everyone and done about four jobs at once in the last hour or so at work tonight whilst everyone was chatting then we wouldn't have finished on time.

What's with people being downright cunts too? I didn't provoke any of the childish, aggravating behaviour directed at me by one of my work 'mates' yet he still continued to be a massive wankbag. If I didn't choose to completely ignore him for most of the night, I would've fucking belted him. Even after he'd been a total tossrag I gave him the benefit of the doubt and continued to be nothing except polite to him yet he still carried on the dickheadedness. It was just petty things but they all built up and I very nearly cunted him.

For example, I asked him where the yellow scrubbing brush was. No reply. I asked again, "dunno". Okay, fair enough he doesn't know. I looked around again and still couldn't find it. About ten minutes earlier he'd been in the chip room cleaning the fish table, I looked there and found the brush. "You could've told me you'd left the brush in the chip room..," to which he replied by sticking his middle finger up at me and walking off. Cock.

It was just little things like that. Throwing clean, dried things back into the sink full of soapy water, blaming an order he hadn't done on me when all he did was whistle at me and when I asked why he whistled he blanked me.

I very nearly punched him. If we weren't at work I would've. But I don't want to lose my job. I was at the sink washing up and he stood behind me and hit me in the back of the head with his baseball cap. I turned around and he said, "did that hurt?" SDFHSKFDFDSFDSP;ASKD, Just.. I have no words. Why would you do that? Is there any reason at all? BANG. That's when I should've (and almost did) hit him. But I gritted my teeth, turned back around and carried on working.

He's usually a cuntface but I am usually able to ignore him/retaliate back but tonight I was in a bad mood because of how incompetent my 'supervisors' are and just wanted to go home.

Ah, rant over. I feel slightly better after getting that off my chest. Even if it was just through typing it.

On the plus side, I only have to work TWO more Sunday's before Christmas. JOYGASM!

Uh, apart from that I'm doing alright. Megacourseworkpush here I come!

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