Let’s jump straight in shall we? She is having 3 weeks off soon. Wow, is it a holiday? After all, the stupid cow needs a break, not just from us but from society in general; give the public a fucking break. Nah, not a holiday. After a long day of fucking other women, Sue’s husband (Who is the Farnborough equivalent of Tiger Woods) sat up in bed and watched his irritating, short, mullet sporting cunt of a wife strip off for bed. And must of made a flippant remark about having fucked a better body earlier that day. She of course took this to heart, so much so in fact she is spending near £6000 on getting the stomach taken care of. Yup, that wasn’t a typo, I did say £6000. Well after all, the stupid mare has about 250K in the fucking bank, yet still has the nerve, cheek and neck to moan about Asda prices and still goes to Aldi for the weekly shop.
She is getting this cosmetic surgery at our expense. The boss, who is as useful and clued up as he is svelte and charming, decided to grant her 3 fucking weeks off work for this procedure. Fuck the staff; fuck the fact we will have to work harder to compensate for the staff shortage. As long as Sue can rest for 3 weeks. She even admitted that the 3rd week she can’t come into work because she can’t drive. When we pointed out that her husband could bring her in, she reacted the same way you would react if asked which of your children must die. Bare in mind that her cunt of a husband brings her in to work in her car 3 out of 5 days a week yet that week, mysteriously cannot bring her into work. Selfish fucking cunts.
To be fair, the thought of 3 weeks of a Sue free workplace makes my testicles swell.
Next up, on Friday, Dave couldn’t bring me into work, since he was on leave. So I got the bus into work. Beats playing Russian roulette in Sues car. Will she be driving? Will her womanising husband be driving? Will her smug fuck son be in the passenger seat? All of these things I can do without first thing in the morning thanks. So I got the bus. However, im a lazy fuck, so I asked her to take me home. No problem she said, however, “I need to make a quick stop on the way home”. When I hear those words, my blood runs cold, then red hot with fucking anger. Especially when she told me the reason.
It’s her daughter’s birthday the following week, so here’s the plan. Her cunt of a husband driver HER car to work, picks us up. Sue swaps places and drives the miserable fucker to BEA in Farnborough. Why? Because he is going to hire a car. Wait, doesn’t he have a 50k BMW sitting in his driveway? Fuck off, I never said ANY of this would make sense. This is a guy who has finally admitted he won’t drive his BMW in case it gets dirty.
Anyway, she drives him to BEA, 10/15 minutes from work and 5/10 minutes from my house. Then do a 180 and drive in the opposite direction which her destination is 4 minutes from work, right where we started. Then she has to park up in the multi story, go into Clinton cards to buy some shit and then, only then, take me home. Total journey time, allocating time for Sues mouth, time taken for her to find a parking space, park up, walk to the shop, chat to the staff, spend ages decided whether to buy something and could she get it cheaper elsewhere etc. About an hour.
I got the bus home.
