Welcome to the Wednesday Whinge, you bunch of whiners, you.
Time to get the woes from the past 7 days up out of our heads and down onto paper.
Put my back out & can’t get to the kettle.
Jesus.
Sending thoughts and prayers.
In whigning because there’s two whinge threads today. Oí vey 🥵.
A usurper!
Our boss told us that it’s gonna be a hot one today. He told us water bottles are not allowed on the warehouse floor. He told us we could go get water from the water machine in their office. He told us not to take the piss.
Yes. The man sitting in the air-conditioned office who goes through 4-5 cups of tea across a 12 hour shift is telling the people who can’t access water not to take the piss. Indeed.
You’ll be sufficiently dehydrated that there won’t be any piss to take.
I don’t actually have anything to moan about this week, because I’m off on holiday.
I’m sitting in airport departure lounge, drinking an overpriced pint of Stella, breathing in that sweet recycled air, surrounded by people ignorant of anything but what they’re shambling towards directly in-front of them.
Zero arguments, zero stress, airport security did not steal my hair product, nor did they take a scan of my balls using their big machine.
What so you mean I sound overly sarcastic? It’s all been gravy. I’m relaxed because I’m on bloody holiday.
