Professor Plum, in the Kitchen, with the Lead Pipe

Damn I hate my job..... no thats not right, start again..

Damn I hate people..... no, thats too generalist (but only just), another go...

Damn I hate managers...... yes, I think I've got it.... yep, perfect. I can continue.

As you can tell, it's a Monday. It's become a bit of a sideshow, me ranting about something or other, saying something true but taboo and having to buy some over-sensitive workshy fop a latte before the righteous-but-wrong mob have me ASBO'd


So, what got me annoyed this morning? My manager. To say he's an arse is to insult arseholes everywhere.... Most arseholes do a fine job of keeping shite inside (mostly), whereas my boss dilates fully and spews forth a steady stream of infected verbal diarrhea any Shigella Bacterium would be envious of.

So, as you can tell, he has the ability to wind me up at the drop of a hat... and he knows it. Thats why he booked a "one-to-one" meeting with me last week for this morning at 9.30am... making sure my Sunday night was spent "de-venting" and hiding blunt objects.... and then promptly postponing it 2 mins before kick-off..... He did this electronically so as not to face me... and without any apologies or explanation....

Anyone seen a length of pipe? probably has ginger matted hair stuck to one end?