I have to admit that I don’t really think much of my job, it’s just one of those boring 9 to 5 office jobs that million of people in UK do from Monday to Friday , but today I actually HATE it…

Things went wrong this glorious morning, after not very pleasant call from one of the clients, notorious for being a pain in well known place. It turned out that someone had managed to f**k things up big time. Later on it turned out that it was me (instead of ‘me’ it has to be ‘we’ meaning me and my supervisor). Some things were done that were not suppose to be done and my famous supervisor (well know for spending weekends in a clubs consuming gallons of any booze available at the bar and next morning waking up god knows where with some random man/men and not remembering any events from the night before) can not remember instructing me to do so. Now there’s a surprise!!! I presume it would be rather pointless to try and prove that actually I can remember that….. Hmmm I wonder what would they say if I asked to go home early today?

Plan for the evening: sofa, big mug of tea and chocolate cake….