The vent

The title says it all. This is the place where you can safely bitch, curse, yell, cry, and scream.

I went to a wedding on Saturday. The wedding took place at the top of a mountain, which I did not realize when choosing my outfit, so I ended up hiking up a mountain, something I hate doing on a normal day anyway, in high heels. What kind of fucking moron gets married on top of a mountain?

Lucky thing you didn't have to attend my brother's wedding on Friday. It was on an island.

I am wearing jeans in this heat. JEANS DAMN IT!!!

When I politely ask a dental patient to open their mouth wider - just fucking do it! If I ask a patient to please turn towards me a little, don't turn right back the second I am in your mouth. I am so sick of patients that try to play a power trip on me. I am the one with sharp instraments that can hurt like hell, if I am not nice. Actually I think I am just tired of being nice to everyone one!

I am also sick of picking crap out of people teeth. We have toothbrushes in the toilets here to fucking brush your teeth so I don't have to pick out Leberkase, and I hate Leberkase!

Think its time to switch jobs!

I am still paying two electric bills.

My pencil is slightly blunt and I don't have a pencil sharpener!!! Ahhhhhrgh!!!

Cut and paste, cut and paste, cut and fuckin paste.

I keep getting phone calls from people asking me how to say certain things in English. I want to throw the phone at these people and run, run like the wind.

My buyers are so f*cking stupid. They call because they have an error on their screen that says 'Please check that valid to/from date is greater than entry date' and they want to know what is wrong and how to fix it! Hello, can you read? How much do you freaking get paid to do that job? Because if it's more than me, then I want it!

Writing documentation for projects that keep getting consildated but still need PRINCE2 documentation for every last sodding tiny itty bitty section and then going to a meeting and getting asked to write yet more of the things for no purpose whatsoever because as if anyone actually reads this crap and it isn't like I even need to write it to get budget clearance anyway, now is there?

ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

I'm just back from a 100 mile round trip after picking up my ex and my youngest son from the airport and the tight arsed scottish bastard bought me a cappucino to say thanks!!! Didn't even put his hand in his tight arsed pocket to pay for the car park or the bridge!!!

Glad I got that off my chest.

I'm constantly asked by my colleagues whether people in our UK plant are working or not? How the bleedin hell should I know?

I'm in Switzerland. Switzerland goddammit. I hate the place soooooo fucking dull. It's 33 degrees outside. It's 35 degrees inside this unairconditioned fucking office - yes we did go and buy a thermometer. It's illegal to transport animals in this kind of heat and here I am working. I WANNA BE IN MUNICH IN A BIERGARTEN GETTING SMASHED.

'Hopp Schwiz' my fucking arse.

There's a guy on this board that I'm pretty sure was trying to con people to buy dodgy shit. I'd like to cut him into little small chunks, add some lentil beans and open a nice bottle of chianti... FFFFFHHHUHHUHHUUHH!!!