Bollocks...

From the sublime to the ridiculous. I got back to work to discover that one chef had resigned in a huff, one had sneaked away on holiday and one was absent without leave. He was last seen in Scotland on some drunken maneuvers. Drugs are bad m'kay?! What the fuckity fuck is that all about. This leaves us with the new head chef, more on him to come, and two wee lads. And I mean wee lads. One has to get people to pass him down stuff from high shelving and the other isn't old enough to use a knife. I cried a little. But at least I get to go home to my nice quiet house, oh wait no.......

More builder bother.

I ended up nose to nose with one of them this very morning. I say nose to nose but it was more like nose to chest. He was quite a big fella and I'm not really. The issue was the damage to my back gate and the dirt, mess and cement in my backyard. I felt they should be getting it sorted as a matter of urgency, he adopted a different opinion. To be honest he was more interested in his newspaper and cup of, no doubt milky sugary, tea.

There was quite a bit of shouting which ended up with me getting no where so I stormed off. It was all very amusing for them. So I went back out to them and asked for the name of their company. This wasn't forthcoming so I persisted, obviously. I threatened to contact the council and this seemed to change minds. I've no idea if the council are the people to I need to threaten them with but it seemed to work. The shouting stopped. The radio was switched off and Standing Steve was given instructions. I walked away feeling really rather smug. My backyard is now cleaned but the gate hasn't been fixed but I'm hopeful.

There are a few new characters too. There is Peering Pete who I discovered peering through my window. He got the fingers for his trouble. Then there is Paul the Parrot who very annoyingly repeats everything that Bob the Fucking Builder says. I think he loves Bob. Wesley Windows, the glazer, arrived today and he is a big fat fucking fan of shouting. He shouts when he is in his van. He shouts when he is standing beside the person he is talking to. He shouts when he is "singing". I REALLY DO WISH HE WOULD FUCK AWAY OFF.

And take the rest with him........

And to further compound my mood I booked the wrong days off work this week. I'm off on Wednesday when I needed Tuesday off. Was supposed to be going to see Dinosaur Jr but now I'm working four to finish.

Arse truffles all round.

Feel the pain........