Friday, 6/7/12.

Otherwise known as the day the heavens opened and flooded East Anglia. 

Work was a shitter today. I did 8:30 – 5:30 and the first half flew by, then Hilary came in at 2pm and everything went south. I had my hour’s lunch break from 12:30 to 1:30 and was due to have my 15 minute break at 3pm. Of course, Hilary being the obnoxious twat she always is, sent me at 2:30, a fucking hour after I’d come off my lunch. Apparently I had to take it then because she "couldn’t possibly fit me in anywhere else, so take it or lose it." YOU DIDN’T EVEN WRITE THE FUCKING BREAKS LIST SO SHUT THE FUCK UP. Fucking bullshit. So that put me into a foul mood and I was stressed for the rest of my shift, not helped by some cuntish customers. So sick of that place and their non-following of rules. Why make a breaks list only to not send anyone at the time you’ve written them down for? RAGE.

So yeah, the rain. Mental. It absolutely monsooned it down overnight and didn’t let up until 4pm. People’s gardens were underwater and streets literally became lakes. Crazy stuff.

Hullett’s over at the moment. He and Thorpe are going to play some games so I’m chilling on here. I’m tempted to play Farmville because I’m a fucking nerd.