So I said to myself: I'm not going to these blog awards. I'm not going to bully or be nasty to anyone. If I'm not winning I've had my rant and I couldn't gives two fucks who wins now.
I don't believe in karma, I think it's a pretty dopey concept to be honest. I believe in the whole don't be a bastard and people will not think you're a bastard but the whole mystical force going round being a cunt to people is just bollocks.
So what happens today - I get a phonecall telling me I've been fired. That's right fucking fired. No job bastards.
I'm not taking this lying down. Once again I'm not going in with my fists swinging because I know enough about the company I've just left to loose them some of their contracts and I'll fucking do it.
They will rue the fucking day.
Shit bad news Tuesday Kid. There's not many jobs out there. :(
ReplyDeleteScrew em who wants to be a phone monkey anyway
ReplyDeleteAnon - Thanks that's made me feel great.
ReplyDeleteBelfast Cabby - Not me but I need an income. I'd love to get rich and come back and shite in their faces but with the recession that's unlikely.
There's always something else, Kid - surely some of Belfast's finest eateries are crying out for waiters with poise, wit, and a large collection of spandex.
ReplyDeleteno thats some shit.
ReplyDeleteJim de Gin - I'd go for it but then I'd be treading in Manuel's territory.
ReplyDeletewith heart, Amber - It's bad shit.