What the fuck is this?

Ok, this new blogger whatchamacallit?!  Sheesh, how spartan and unintuitive!!  Horrible, really dreadful now.

Apart from that, I just want to ask one thing:

DOES NOBODY READ MORE THAN ONE GODDAMN SENTENCE ANYMORE?!

Holy moly, I just don't know.

People just DO NOT READ EMAILS.  Like, seriously, ask one question at a time, ever.  I just don't know!

Now that I've got that off my chest, the only news here is... well.  I'm pretty damn tired.  Of everything.

This STUPID rental agency... organised an inspection for Sunday.  Never pitched.  'Oh it was a typo, can we come tomorrow?'  Nvm NOT replying to my email requesting stuff be attended to (towel rail broke, kitchen sink mixer coming loose, etc).  And replying to G's email answering only one thing, and listing the house as 'to let' on the real estate website already, despite us not actually giving notice or signing anything.  Because they are retards.  And they really are so utterly incompetent - can't really go into major details here, it's just so dumb it's headdesk-worthy.  Fuck them.  Now we are house-hunting again.  I'm just so damn tired.  There's just no peace ever, is there.  We have... golly gosh, a dog.  Hectic?  Yes.  Because, due to having a dog, our pool of likely places to stay has shrunk immensely.  So, guess what, fellow-lifetravellers, when you get something you want, YOU DON'T JUST GET IT AND THAT'S THAT, there's always some shitty catch... yes, woohoo.  Can't just have a dog and a nice house now, noooooo, that's not possible.  Try again sunshine.

In other stupid news.  The solicitor I was working for (as her admin assistant) has resigned.  After shit at work has come to a head lately, where *I'm* looking for a job already cos I'm so fed up and utterly disinterested, now this happens.  So the law-student chick (currently receptionist) is going to take on her job, and I'll be helping *her*.  Yippee.  She's a bitch and whinges to admin-assistant BITCH gossip slut (can you tell I cannot stand her?) constantly, so I already envision occasions where if I make a mistake, I'll get rubbished to the high heavens to that bitch and then everyone in the entire company will know the entire story, except for my side, obviously.

Problem arises in that I'm looking for a job.  The general manager, who I have as reference on my CV, is on leave for an entire month!  So, if anyone actually phones to check my references, yippee.  Yah, try again sunshine.  I dunno hey... just dunno.  There's just no escape...

This blog post (here comes the justification for blogging, because I'm irritated and crankying in my own blog and subjecting you (poor reader <- this isn't sposed to sound insincere!) to it), is a rant.  I just... have nowhere else to put it.  I have nobody to tell about this, so here it is.  I probably sound incredibly bitchy, because I haven't explained why my colleagues are bitches, but just... yep, can you trust me on this?