I am generally quite an extreme person; the highs, the lows. I have also, since becoming a Morrissey fan, become severely lacking in the ability to put up with any snash from anyone. If someone wrongs me, or disrespects me enough, I will make it my mission to destroy them. If someone is loyal towards me, I'd be their best friend for life, but if someone trampled all over me, I would cut them out of my life and pay them back.
Since starting yet another crappy part-time job, my 'boss' has literally been speaking to me and all the other workers like we're filth. I honestly wouldn't speak to a dog the way she speaks to us. She's a fat, ugly, stinking, uncouth, common-as-muck, thick-as-shit fat f*** of a human being. Yesterday, she asked me if I would be willing to work today if another worker, who has been off sick, didn't come back to work. I agreed to let her phone me. She did phone, at about half past eight this morning, and I have ignored all her phone calls. Serves her right! If she wants to disrespect me, I'll disresepct her back - only much, much worse. Fat brute - a waste of human life. If she wants to sack me, fine. I hate the job and I hate her, and it's no wonder they have such a high turnover of staff with her in charge. She's an incompetent, blundering retard, with the manners of a giant-sized fat f***ing pig. Foolish, stupid woman.
Ah, yes, where was I? No, I don't suffer fools gladly, nor people who mistreat me. Is this a fault? I think not!