SERIOUSLY PIssed Off

WHAT THE FUCK?!

I am not allowed to wear "army pants" to work. They are the only black trousers I own. I have agreed to buy a pair of black trousers as soon as my loan/pay/tax comes through. I am not allowed to work until I buy new trousers. Never mind that this leaves them down a member of staff, which they desperately need. Never mind that I have promised that this state of affairs would only be an issue for two weeks. Never mind the fact that I need to work because I am *fucking* poor.

I am gonna troll around town for new jobs tomorrow. Fuck the stupid powertripping managers. (And no, I am not this angry just because of the trousers. Management are genuinely idiots, are stealing from the company, and should be shot.)

Okay, okay, I'm calm.

*deep breaths*

Thank you all for the hpsquick100 pimping. Thank you for joining. THanks for the brilliant drabbles. I feel like everything is worthwhile, now.

I'm gonna go paint my room, and write some drabbles. Enforced holiday... damn, I have a hard life. =)

Oh, and ( this makes me feel better )