As I expected, ill fortune did indeed come knocking on my door. I've been sacked from my job as an office administrator.
I was trying to cellotape some useful aphorisms from Plato onto my computer monitor and for the life of me I couldn't find the end of the tape. I struggled with it for a good fifteen minutes but simply couldn't find it.
In in the end I got so frustrated that I began to weep and then in an uncontrollable rage I threw the tape across the office. Unfortunately it hit my boss, the oily goblin, Mr Keane.
He wasn't best pleased and he wobbled over to my desk like an aggrieved walrus and I told me to go home. What a dreadful little man. He is so overbearing, pompous and utterly humourless, which is of course the best indicator of a complete moron.
My plan to move out of my parents shall have to be postponed now that I have no income. I will definately have to buy some books on anger management and coping with job loss.
I shall also have to exact revenge upon Mr Keane. He deserves a damn good thrashing.
posted by Davy @ 5:40 AM
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