See, this is part of why I gave up blogging: it just becomes the same thing over and over again.
I hate working here.
It's so fucking frustrating.
I even stayed very late last night and came in early to get some of the stuff done, yet one of the bosses seems determined to a) fuck it up & b) piss me off.
Deep breaths are the order of the day... and we're supposed to go to the pub this lunchtime to celebrate two people at work's birthdays. I think I'd rather stick a needle in my leg.
What makes it worse is this whole thing is an utter waste of time. We cannot possibly make money on it, yet we're throwing effort at it like it's the answer to all our problems.
Fucking idiocy.
Anyway, the A31 was flooded this morning, which was quite a shocking experience. The time I was driving through it it was quiet in terms of traffic, but it also meant it was proper dark. That meant it came up on me completely unawares as I couldn't see it, but also, because there weren't many other cars, I didn't get clued in that it was bad. On the upside it also meant when I swerved into the middle of the two lanes to avoid it (it's a dual carriageway) there was no-one else in the way.
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