F**k You you f**kin' f**k!

I am currently trying to get myself a second job. I really need the extra money and also I want to occupy myself evenings while Rocker is out. Sitting around with a huge box of dildoes, you would think that was entertainment enough!

Today I had the agency interview and I hate dealing with agencies, they suck the sweat. Full of stupid bimbos who really couldn't give a fuck about you, just commission. So I'm sitting in this sweaty room doing my 'test' and I've been working all day, I can't be bothered, my eyesight is letting me down big time and I have concentrate on 'maths' and 'observation'.

I hate numbers. Loathe and despise them. What the hell I am doing every day working with said numbers is beyond me, but anywho, needless to say I score APPALLINGLY on my mental arithmatic test but get rather good on observation. So they are putting me forward for the job I want, but I'm still pissed off as I always leave there feeling inadequate and feeling really fucking negative - hello? No employer expects you to do your job without a frickin' calculator and/or Excel spreadsheet. Estimating answers to questions such as what is 4562 x 7 is really beyond me under pressure.

Maybe it is official. I am a thicko.

But I'm really nice and witty.

Sometimes.