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Last week I took the car in for tyres and a wheel-alignment. I’d rung the week before and booked a slot in during my afternoon off at 2.30. The car wasn’t on the hoist until after four!

I’m also pissy because today I learnt just how long my colleagues have been paid more than me. For over six months they lapped up my help and goodwill and left me looking the goose. I feel stupid and used.

I really want to ask the manager why he had to play a little game of secrets over the whole higher duties thing. Unfortunately I may have to use that bridge again in the near future. Otherwise I’d let loose at tomorrow’s lunch. Who in their right mind invited him anyway?

I’ve been helping someone else get up to speed with some of the finer details of the job. 'They' won a recent promotrion but even known how to do some of the fundamentals of the job.

The fulfilment of helping colleagues has soured. If they convinced the interview panels and managers that they can do a friggin’ better job than me - then they can do the job without my help. Some days I really want to tell my employer what they can do with their job.

I’m pissy because there are two weeks left until Christmas and I haven’t a clue what to get Mrs G for Xmas or her birthday. She deserves better than to have her birthday at a time when I least feel like giving or showing an inkling of appreciation.

I’m pissy because again I ended up having to schedule important work meetings immediately before and after tomorrows team lunch.

I’m pissy because I’m tired.

I’m pissy because since ordering a carport kit from the local steel supplier in October I’ve had nothing but absolute run-around. I am especially spiteful about this. I have been so tolerant of their incompetence that it sickens me. Everybody I talk to says I should pull out and get my money back.

I’m also pissy because I’d really like to say a lot more about the local steel supplier but it serves no purpose for me other than to jeopardise my quality of life should I impeach some principle of defamation law.

I’m pissy because I ploughed day after day into finishing my Diploma five weeks ahead of time - only for to sit on someone’s desk and be the last one assessed before the closing date. I was given 18 hours to resubmit with additional supporting material and references.

Beware the naïve soul who tells this old grouch to have a happy Christmas.