Vorsprung Durk Fuktit

I'm going to give you a little snap shot of my day today. Sometimes when I read peoples blogs about their day they can get a bit boring, but I make no appologies if you get bored. If you don't like it, fuck off.

Today I had an interview to become a Skoda car salesman. This morning I was preparing my clothes which I would wear at said interview. My lovely Mummy bought me a new suit and shoes specially. Aint Mums great. All I had to do was choose a shirt and tie from my limited selection, and I was ready to look beutiful. I choose a nice grey shirt, and a black and white tie. It all looked great, and my lovely Mummy offered to Iron my shirt. Isn't she boss. You can't have her, she's mine. So she irons, while I faff in my room, and I hear her say that there is a stain on it. So I go to where she is and examine said stain, which is without doubt mans baby gravy. Oh dear. It looks like it, and is in just the right place, and I am living in cringesville. 'It's just toothpaste she says.' And she man handles it, and she scrubs it with her hands, and picks at it with her nails, and do you know what, she must know. Surely she knows and is just being nice with the whole toothpaste thing. She's old. That does not make her stupid. She's made babies, so she knows more about spunk than I do. And here, she does something that only Mum's could do. She looks after her baby in only a way Mothers can. She saves me from my embarrasment. Eventually she gives up on the cum and we look for another shirt to match. Five shirt tie combos later, and she decides to have another go at the bad cumshot. LEAVE THE CUNTING SPONK ALONE FOR FUCKS SAKE i only think. Why must she be so nice? I never got to wear the grey shirt, but stilled looked good. I'd have asked me out.

My interview was at 5 O'clock. (Aren't you glad I missed my luch out of this blog). I got there with a minute to spare, due to my failure to figure a cab would be so difficult to get. The interview was going well. I seemed to talk loads. He asked me what my weakness is. 'I sometimes snap back, and this sometimes takes people off guard.' I didn't have to bloody prove it though did I. I asked what the package was, and it was dissapointing and then he told me there was no car for 3 months 'Oh forget it, that's no good to me' I proclaim. Der, Emil shut up. We nearly rowed about it. I told him I needed a car because I don't have one. Hello, I just went 5 months without one. What's the problem? When I told my friend after, she said I was arrogant and need to know when not to argue. But the truth is when I left the interview I waited 30 minutes for a bus and I was cold. So on Thursday when he calls me, and in the unlikely situation he offers me the job despite my procrastinations, I may well tell him to stick it.

I'm sure some of you might be thinking how spoilt I am. You may well have to get the bus everywhere you go. I sympathise. Some of you may be also thinking wouldn't you rather get the bus than drive a Skoda anyway. I see your point. But the situation is this, I want a car. I would buy one if I had the money. I don't care what I drive. If I worked at this Skoda garage, whilst I'm waiting for the bus, I'd be looking at a shed load of cars with no one to drive them. There's plenty more jobs in the sea.

Some new blog additions to my favourite list:
http://siriusgreen.blogspot.com/ A woop to Liam
http://www.gracepages.blogspot.com/ a tip of the cap to you.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/mrplip/ And an Oi Oi Savaloy to Plippy