07-09-2012, 02:48 PM
I'm absolutely cream-crackered.
Had to be at a site this morning near Mill Hill, traffic was a fecking 'mare and the client was a c*nt!
Standing at the top of the stairs, the site guys disappear down the stairs to the ground floor and then there's me and the client standing at the top.
She looks at me, I look at her. I do the logical thing
"After you" and gesture towards the stairs
"Fine" and she walks of.
Fine? F*cking fine? I'm being a gentleman you stuck up French waste-of-space c*nt! Should've pushed her down the concrete steps at this point but I managed to remain calm.
I hate private clients. Commercial jobs are so, so much easier. These b*stards have so much money to spend they some how think they own you. I now have an unreasonable hatred for the upper class.
Regardless, I have another meeting today before going home at 5, then we have to do the 'BIG SHOP' and then I'm going to pass out on the bed.
Saturday - Going to go to Colchester Zoo! Should be sweet. Getting there early too. In the evening I have a load of shit finishing on eBay so hope to have made a small fortune by then.
Sunday - I might service the HDi. Not decided yet. Indicator is yelling at me as it wanted doing -500 miles ago. Oil arrived today. Do I bother? Can I be asked? Come the afternoon we have my parents around at the flat. My parents are finally meeting Natalie's awkward f*cktard of a step-dad, so I'm thinking you will be able to cut the atmosphere in that room with a knife. My mum isn't one for holding back and speaking her mind...
On Monday it's back t'daily grind!
Had to be at a site this morning near Mill Hill, traffic was a fecking 'mare and the client was a c*nt!
Standing at the top of the stairs, the site guys disappear down the stairs to the ground floor and then there's me and the client standing at the top.
She looks at me, I look at her. I do the logical thing
"After you" and gesture towards the stairs
"Fine" and she walks of.
Fine? F*cking fine? I'm being a gentleman you stuck up French waste-of-space c*nt! Should've pushed her down the concrete steps at this point but I managed to remain calm.
I hate private clients. Commercial jobs are so, so much easier. These b*stards have so much money to spend they some how think they own you. I now have an unreasonable hatred for the upper class.
Regardless, I have another meeting today before going home at 5, then we have to do the 'BIG SHOP' and then I'm going to pass out on the bed.
Saturday - Going to go to Colchester Zoo! Should be sweet. Getting there early too. In the evening I have a load of shit finishing on eBay so hope to have made a small fortune by then.
Sunday - I might service the HDi. Not decided yet. Indicator is yelling at me as it wanted doing -500 miles ago. Oil arrived today. Do I bother? Can I be asked? Come the afternoon we have my parents around at the flat. My parents are finally meeting Natalie's awkward f*cktard of a step-dad, so I'm thinking you will be able to cut the atmosphere in that room with a knife. My mum isn't one for holding back and speaking her mind...
On Monday it's back t'daily grind!
Disclaimer: The above is not to be taken to heart and is probably a joke, grow up you big girl.
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