Miles & miles of open roads with no real speed limits - stuck doing 100 on a hire bike and the STI is nearly 6000km away.....

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People that don't indicate properly on roundabouts, it's left to exit yet they just keep their right indicator on and you sit there thinking they passing! Sooo annoying.

ping ping ping

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According to Cody front mounts get the bitches!

***FIXED for more Perth-Spec accuracy.

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The wanker in the ute who is always in front of me on the drive to work and will not go above 70 kph on the Guildford Road Tonkin Highway on ramp. No matter what time I leave he is always in front of me.

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Last one:

The wankers that attempt to turn right onto Main Street from Hutton street every single morning and force everyone going straight into the left. It's always one or two people right and 100's in the left. Stupid!

Entire traffic flow suffers.

Ok ranting over.

My shithole place of work.

No idea how I am supposed to manage a workforce when it is full of hot headed fuckwits that all want to be the chief and bicker and boss each other around like tomorrow and then get on the phone to their favourite supervisor when it doesn't go their way. Who then ring me and bitch in my ear about how their side of the workforce is working too hard and the other isn't pulling it's weight etc etc when they're all just full of shit. I see exactly what is going on.

You would think a bunch of people all over 25 would be able to man up and behave like adults. I'd have less drama dealing with school kids I bet. Over it today.

/Rant

I have today and tomorrow off as I am Best Man for my mate's wedding on Saturday. The missus also has today off and decided to come to the city with me for a 10:30am final fitting and pick up of the suit.

I wanted to get into the city at 9am in order to purchase some new shoes and grab some work clothes while Myer has their tightarse specials on. She decides she wants to cook bacon, sausages, eggs, tomatoes and toast. No, I don't want it. Breakfast rarely agrees with my stomach and it's 8:30am. I want to leave. Doesn't listen, cooks breakfast, I eat, feel sick, farting like a trooper, eggs are going straight through me and I feel the need to drop a Mr Whippy textured shit within 20 minutes. FFS.

Get into town just before 10am, I now have 30 minutes shopping time. Thanks a bunch kitchen bitch. I'm pissed off, unwell, not concentrating, combined with stupidly fucking high box curbs in tight multi-storey carparks I manage to scrape 3, yes 3 of my rims. Now I'm really raging internally.

Oh, I need to shit again. Awesome. Find toilet in David Jones, waste more precious time playing upside down volcano. Then go to Tony Barlow to pick up my suit. Oh, you can't find it? ARRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!$@$~@!$!@ (manager ends up finding it after 10 minutes and a fucking heart attack from the groom and myself).

Already stressed as hell just having to write a fucking speech with the expectation of being "funny". The only thing is I'm not allowed to be a cunt. Or use stereotypes. Or say racist jokes (he's Anglo-Iindian). Or anything sexist. YOU'VE TAKEN AWAY ALL MY MATERIAL YOU PRICK!

Today can eat a bag of moist cocks.

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Very entertaining read :P Hope the day gets better

Just use that exact post as your speech.

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