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Today, I'm full of rage. Work has screwed me over so bad that if I can legally kill someone, I'd murder him with a wheely chair and ram the wheels into his eye sockets and all the orifices on his body. Come Monday I'm going to be in trouble with the Client because the drawings he needs to mobilise the contractors on site aren't ready and IT'S NOT MY BLOODY FAULT but it's a consequence I'll have to deal with because there are people with NEGATIVE IQ *AND* EQ at work.

And what's with people who don't know that messages require a RESPONSE. Send a text back, leave an email, an IM message, post it on LJ under customised filter - ANYTHING. This is getting fucking RUDE.

If you're fortunate enough to meet me tomorrow, be prepared that I might feel the need to rant. And said rant will be endless.

Oh and I haven't been sleeping well. I wake up at 2 and 3 and 3:30 and 4:25 and 5:36 and 6:50. THIS IS SO NOT FUNNY.