Monday, January 01, 2007

 

Story of my life.

FAT COP!!!

Howcome Whenever you seem to be going good, steady, and maybe even getting infront, life comes and stomps your balls, punches you in the face then shits down your throat.

Coming home from erins today, 200m from home i find myself passing a pig on a motorbike, (Yep, pigs can ride, apparently they can drive and fly too) Who i noticed staring at me on my way past him, the reason he was staring at me was because i wasnt wearing a seatbelt.

FUCK!!!! #&$@**@!!!!11!!#%^###@@

I didnt even realise till the cunt pulled me up.

So 15 hours and 30 odd minutes into the new year im again faced with another bullshit fine.

Thanks a fucking lot.

To make things worse, he was an observant pig, noticed i didnt have a wheel stud, so thanks to the no good wog cunts at the tyre factory i also have a defect notice to go with it.

Atleast this pig managed to get my fucking address right.

So say goodbye to another $145 dollars and 3 of my newly recovered demerit points.

Who wants to start a pot on when i loose my licence again? Go by month, with extra points if you can spot the day. Speaking of losing licence, if i took the 1 point for a year bullshit option, id have no licence for 6 months now.

So, say goodbye ECU, goodbye cam gear, goodbye extractors.
Say Hello to, infringements office, oil leaks, fan shrouds, and everything else thats what i dont want to spend my money on.

Ive saved up for so long to get to the stage where i can afford a few things i want, and once again, as it always has been in my life, and my mums, as soon as you get close to being happy, something fucks up and dumps you back in the same shit hole youve been trying to climb out of for so long.

This is why i avoid getting my hopes up for anything.

To those who frowned at me when i said 2007's gonna suck as much as 2006, i told you so.

I rekon its time for a new job too. fuck you blogger....

Im not sick of tents, im sick of the job tho, sick of the people, sick of being the bitch, sick of the bullshit, sick of working shit hours, sick of cleaning. Had enough of being everyones little bitch, gareth and wayne i can handle, gareth just gets told to fuck off and he does, and you dont take anything wayne says to heart cause hes just an alcoholic drug abuser. As for everyone else, they can eat shit, im sick of being the youngest, im sick of not being listened to, like at fox, where i told them 4 times not to put the upright in before the roofs were put on cause it falls out, low and behold it fell out and broke another part of the tent. Then i got told to stfu when i told em id told em 4 times not to do it. Im sick of getting the shit jobs, i.e. cleaning chairs or fabric and im sick of the boss pretending he isnt a slimy little scumbag who'se ripping us off for all were worth, which seems to be nothing.

Dunno what the fuck else to do, i know i need to get the fuck off my arse and get the apprenticeship ive been on about for the past 18 months, but its like everything else i say im gonna do, thats all it is, lies.

Well, theres one, just sent resume to a company in blackburn, regarding sparky apprenticeship. Was posted in career one on 12/12/06 so hoping its still open. Doubt ill hear back tho.

Its all gone tits up again...


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