I f~~~ing give up I really do.

Day f~~~ing c~~~ing number 1 and I’m scolded for being 2 mins late back from my break, then the f~~~ing nazi whore slut son of a bitch piece of s~~~ has it in for me for the rest of my life at this new s~~~ c~~~ of a job. The resting bitch face is now directed at yours truly daily, and DYD why you do this wrong why u put dis paper in this pile, on and f~~~ing on. F~~~ing Romanian c~~~.

Been there 2 weeks coming this Friday and the f~~~ing slag annihilates my average day today with a scold bomb with 30 mins remaining of shift.. Apparently I f~~~ed up every folder of exam papers i checked by not scanning this bastard bar code sticker on each of the folders. Well f~~~ing sue me c~~~, I forgot.

As she walked off, I sat back in a malevolent psychosis, and stabbed a green piece of paper and put the scissors right through it, imagining it was her face, while ‘Monica’, a polish bitch, looked at me in horror. Then calmly but angrily went to the mens and f~~~ing punched the mirror cracking it to f~~~ and spraying my blood all over it. I then howled in mental agony while some dude taking a s~~~ bared witness to my internal misery.

It’s the same s~~~ every time,

It’s the same s~~~ every time,

It’s the same s~~~ every time,

It’s the same s~~~ every time,

It’s the same s~~~ every time,

I repeated over and over again as my voice got louder with each repeat until one of the hand dryers took a swift head butt and barely stayed attached to the wall. I then hear a whisper from the toilet cubicle “oh..my…god…”

I look at myself in the shattered mirror before I walk out. Ha. How f~~~ing fitting. Look how cracked you are DYD.

Then I remember to wrap my f~~~ed hand in some bog roll. It’s not bleeding much. I take the bog roll off and throw it at the wall.

I seat myself, feeling calmer, but still yearning to light this f~~~ing whole warehouse up. Monica glances at me again and i gift her with a huge s~~~ eating grin. B L O W MEeeeeeeee.

I hear Bianca, the 38/39 year old Romanian supervisor, my supervisor, chatting to the 21 year old dude by the printing machine, who i think is a cool dude. Shes telling him she has a 10 year old kid and where she lives, laughing and blushing and going red at him and then playing with her hair. How come he gets chatted to and I’m treated like a rats dick? Yeh. Another green peice of paper gets it.

I black out until 10pm and cant rmember what s~~~ ive done and just throw the f~~~ing folder into one of the ;finished’ boxes.

I then drive on the motorway in a hateful trance. I then take my turn off and drive through the f~~~ed up country roads where i sense people have been murdered and tortured and terrible things occurred once upon a time.

I’m back at my grans. THe c~~~ has given me a front door key but left her own in the other side so i cant unlock the door. THen i have to knock and wait a f~~~ing eternity for her to drag herself out of her rotting arm chair to let me in.

SHe asks me how work was, and I simply reply with “s~~~”.

She then internalises that as something terrible and as i go to shut my bedroom door she says to me, while smelling like s~~~,”if you quit your job, you’re out of here and i wont help you anymore”.

The door closes and I yell WHY DONT THEY JUST F~~~ING DO IT!!!!!!! (I.e the c~~~s behind the curtains who are running this f~~~ing miserable bulls~~~ rigged fraud that is my life. Why don’t they just kill me!!!! Do it neeeeooooooowwwww!