The Ramblings Of A Diseased Mind
Mood:  down
Now Playing: I Won't Back Down- Johnny Cash
Topic: Alone, Alone, Alone




Evening,

I realise you all must be terribly worried about me given that I haven't posted for a few days. The good news is I'm still alive. I have nothing to report, the only human contact I have had today was to say 'no' to a man who asked me if I wished to help disabled children. So in view of the fact I have no friends, no life and nothing interesting to tell you I shall rant about something that has been at the back of my mind for several months.

I fucking hate to the point of insanity humble people. As long term masochists who have been following this shite for a while will know I have a pathological hatred of one of my work colleagues. I hate him for a number of reasons not least that he is fucking his own daughter. He is taking her to Paris next week! Alone! Anyway leaving aside his unnatural relationship with his child he is humble and gullible. This annoys me beyond belief. Our office has a long corridor at the front and no matter how far behind him you are when walking in he will wait for you to walk the length of it to hold the door open for you. If you don't happen to be going through the door he will still hold it open for a few minutes in case you change your mind.

Imagine having so little self importance. Standing there wasting time to save one of your superiors the terrible effort of opening a very light door. What a fucking wanker! I never, ever say thank-you for this. Nor do I say thanks when he runs about making my tea and putting a selection of biscuits out for me without being asked. I am unfortunate that I have no 'stopping point' in my conduct towards people I don't like. I must be stood up to! It never fails to amaze me how much crap people will take whilst smiling at you in a 'please like me' fashion.

To return to the psychological catastrophe that is my horrifying work colleague. I only noticed very recently how gullible he is. It's truly remarkable any crock of crap his clients tell him he believes. Perhaps my favourite is the women he is trying to persuade the DWP to buy a couch because her current couch is making her want to 'kill herself'. He sincerely believes this and is appalled by my total incredulity and my repeated enquiries as to whether she's killed herself yet. For the love of God, I am a socialist and quite happy to see people in need getting a bit of extra benefit but anyone fragile enough to be driven to suicide by a couch deserves to die. I realise that sounds harsh but this client has children for their sake she needs to be stopped. Imagine being brought up by someone so neurotic or to be more accurate such a shit liar.


Right I'm off now to sulk some more.

Cheerio