Jajajajajajajajaja.
I'm sitting here, wishing I could be playing Wolfenstein. Couldn't buy it as I need a manager to serve me at work, and I've been managing alone for two days, and that was amazing and awful all at the same time. Like, working in customer services is highly rewarding, but also the most depressing career ever. I had a mental break down today after the fifth asshole who demanded they speak with a manager because they don't like our policies (which are totally fair and obvious, mind, and we don't mind bending the rules when people are honest and show us respect), and realised an hour before the end of the shift that we were so far behind on everything... gah, headache.
Buying Wolfenstein tomorrow, totally. But I can't run home and play it because I have to vote tomorrow, and I haven't fully decided who I want to vote for yet. UKIP can go **** themselves though. So I'll be spending tomorrow night in a ****ing line at my local library, full of miserable people, waiting to vote for a promising party that'll spend the next four years making me cry. Instead of fighting back against evil dictators and corruption in a video game. The irony...
I need a hug. ;-;
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