Things that make you go GRRRRR.... (Part 2)

Wearing them was fine, I struggled with taking them out and then couldn't control my blinking enough to put them in. Gave up after quarter of an hour or so. In hindsight I should of asked to buy them so I could practice at home instead of being very conscious of the employee who's time I was wasting.
 
It was beautiful outside and was perfect for taking some photo shots. But the problem was that I was sick. So I'm lying in my bed staring outside witnessing a great sunset but having a mental seizure because I couldn't get outside. My window is frozen and I'm not well enough to go outside. Arrrghhhhh!!!!!!

SEVENTH ANGRY. SEVENTH SMASH!!!!
 
Muppet!

Go and buy a pair and practice with them. I really struggled with the blinking thing at first, but now I just whip them in and out. It really is a practice makes perfect thing. The employee is paid to help you get sorted, make them earn their keep!
 
Frodocious

I think I also speak for Moi and Mitch when I say it has been an enlightning weekend.

I have just dribbled over my keyboard.

BTW, did you know Moi and myself have opened an opticians?
 
I never learn do I! One of these days I will carefully proof read my posts with my 'what would a perverted male make of this statement' hat on!
 
Perverted? I'm not the one whipping my tackle out at a moments notice. Not since the injunction anyway

Edit: that was your fault as well!
 
Everything is my fault isn't it?! Global warming, asteroids heading to wipe out the earth, the current economic crisis etc! Actually I may have enouraged the last one with some shoe purchases, but I'm a woman, I have needs!
 
People who just call you whatever without asking what you would like to be called make me go Say a person's name is Matthew. But you just call them Matt without asking them. well maybe they dont like Matt. Maybe they prefer Matthew. I ask people with names you can do that with, well what do you like to be called? I'm just nice like that.
 
My job.

No satisfaction at all. I would say that, since the new year, I've enjoyed about 3 days work.

On the lookout for another, but I think I might have to consider re-training.
 
Going up into the loft to find my broadband password.
Coming back down and dinging my elbow off the loft hatch. The kind of ding that leaves you feeling a bit sick and dizzy. Up a ladder.
Elbow tip now a bit baggy, purple and swollen. That doesn't sound right. Urgh.
 
Bloody letting agents always breaking the law!

'We're just ringing you to let you know we're disappointed in the state of the flat'

'what?'

'We showed some people round today. They took it, so that's good but we want it clean when you leave.'

'You showed people round?'

'We left you a message.'

'We never got it'.

So that whole having to have 24 hours' notice AND the tenants' permission just out the window then, yeah?

Bah.
 
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