
inept employees will be shot, and not with a camera
the day did not start well when my beloved gardener accidentally smashed the back window of my beloved mini-peroumobile.
'twas a stone strimmed up and into it: doh.
i'd only moved it into range to make way for the lawnmower
fortunately, because i am over-privileged, i could drive one of my other cars into london to meet some young homeless people who are very under-privileged.
RTF to find the auto-glass farce had repaired the back window but left a load of safety glass trapped and rattling in the back door.
WHY?
why can't people take a little pride in whatever they do and do their f'ing jobs right?
ineptness makes me SO angry: ggrrrrrrrrr
after dinner, i have to do 5 emailed interviews for magazines re: levis.
would rather meet people in person: quicker to talk than type