Hello,
If you were reading last night, you will be aware that I am a victim of a payroll catastrophe. I have managed to make a packet of 10 fags I bought on Monday last until now, I have walked to and from work passing through some of Glasgow's crime black spots unscathed. Today I ate dry toast for lunch and Heinz lentil soup for dinner. I have blisters on my feet, I am fucking tense and I have been forced to drink tap water- yuck.
So you will appreciate how fucking furious I was when the boss popped in to offer her apologies for the payroll disaster and one of my colleagues said 'Oh there's no hurry, I never spend my wages, I just live off my husband's money'. I could have killed her. I should have killed her. Instead I explained, surprisingly calmly that my wages were my only source of income and as such I'd rather like to be paid. Not so that I can buy anything fancy, like Beatrix Potter figurines but stuff like fags, wine, food the odd fucking bus ticket. Jesus Christ I have a letter in my handbag I can't afford to post and I am expected to listen to that suburban whore cum housekeeper brag about her 2nd income. I am furious.
The real test comes tomorrow. A whole day without fags for only the second time in fifteen years. I never want to feel the way I did before I started smoking. It was awful, the terrible nerves and never knowing where to put your hands. I love the gaspers. Perhaps my colleague's husband will buy me twenty to keep me going.
Cheerio
5 comments:
Then she obviously wouldn't mind passing those useless wages on to you.........No?
Fuck me.
Of course she wouldn't. Rich folks are always tight.
I'm really sorry to hear of your predicament. Do you smoke roll-ups? A (married)friend of mine has just arrived with a load of baccie. Too late for Christmas, but I'll send you a pack if you like.
Thank Robin, but I'm rich again. My wages have arrived and I'm smoking like a chimney again.
Oh good. Well I hope you have a really nice and peaceful...whatever.
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