See update below.
"Kav, when are those *insert techy-sounding bit* reports due?"
"Um...three weeks ago."
"What stage are you at with them?"
"Well, I've got three done. And. Ahem. Ten more to go."
"Any chance you could get this wrapped up by the end of the month?" (Note: This was not a question.)
"Yeah, no problem. By Tuesday. Sound."
Fuckity bastard cunt. Guess who's working this weekend?
Home: I arrive home tonight to find that our night out (dinner/a film; the simple things, you know) has been shitcanned because we have no fucking money left. I was really looking forward to this because, well, it would have been good. It would've got us out of the feckin house. So bollocks to that too.
Last straw: our water heater's broken. I was almost typing "our hot water heater's broken" but that sounds cuntishly redundant, for obvious reasons.
We can't even bath the kids. They'll be stinking like knackers in no time. Might as well sell the fucking house and move into a caravan.
I had started to explain why the thing isn't working, and then I remembered that I'm taking those classes to help me not be a boring cunt; suffice to say, it's definitely broken.
Nae hot water. Nae night out. Working all weekend.
This, and I've hit a brick wall in my studying, the wall being that I haven't an inkling about anything in the current, 134-page chapter in the 600-page volume which I must have learned by heart for the 9th of December. Not a fucking clue.
Fuck off to fuck. Friday evening, and this weekend's already a write-off.
Have a good one.
Sunday update: After a wasted day at work (I went in to be productive - no phone calls/emails interrupting my flow, and all that - and instead spent the best part of two hours chatting to a couple of guys who were in to do their own stuff. Pah.), I took the boiler and the hot water tank apart last night, and reassembled them without finding the source of the problem.
When I woke this morning (at 5am instead of the usual 6 because the fact that we got an extra hour last night means nothing to wee Jack), delicious sexy scalding water abounded. Hooray.
The only this that pisses me off is that I know I didn't do anything to fix it, so I still haven't found the cause. It could stop working again at any time.
Feck it, there's enough other shite to be worrying about at the moment.
Friday, October 27, 2006
See update below.