Karma
Sue Denham writes, "I once slipped out of work two hours early without the boss noticing. In my hurry to make the most of this petty victory, I knocked myself out on the car door and spent the rest of the day semi-conscious, bowking rich brown vomit over my one and only suit."
Have you been visited by the forces of Karma, or watched it happen to other people?
Thanks to Pooflake for the suggestion
( , Thu 21 Feb 2008, 14:24)
Sue Denham writes, "I once slipped out of work two hours early without the boss noticing. In my hurry to make the most of this petty victory, I knocked myself out on the car door and spent the rest of the day semi-conscious, bowking rich brown vomit over my one and only suit."
Have you been visited by the forces of Karma, or watched it happen to other people?
Thanks to Pooflake for the suggestion
( , Thu 21 Feb 2008, 14:24)
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OOOH this one's fun
Recently I moved out of a house, which helped my esteem a bit. Let me tell you the story.
It was a shared house that my partner and I lived in, in sunny old Portsmouth. He and I were at uni, and working part time too.
The housemate went from nice to steadily shit. She'd hide my cutlery, pots, pans and other stuff in her room/the bin. She nicked things out of my room and then complained to the landlord that she'd had stuff nicked when I pulled her up about it.
She played music for 48 hours straight once, the same chavvy chipmunks on crack tune on repeat. She stomped, stamped and scowled everywhere she went and took it upon herself to send me threatening texts.
She mocked my job (bar work) when she'd been thrown out of hers after a week for stealing, she mocked my fella's job when she was currently not working and claiming every benefit she could, and she mouthed off something rotten.
One night, she started squalking off at me and hit me. So, after the last straw was out of sight, I beat seven shades of shit out of her and went to my room.
I moved out, then got a cop coming to my door, arresting me for assault! The solicitor told me they get these 'attack, lose, claim assault' cases a lot. I couldn't believe it! I was in the cell for 10 hours and the police eventually let me off, after her statement of events (fella holding her down shouting 'hit her' and me hitting her, 'blood everywhere and hair pulling) didn't match the evidence (black eyes, cut on nose, no blood, hair intact) and I walked out. Not before discovering my fella had been arrested, this being A DAY after an operation he'd had, with no access to painkillers.
So, a complaint was made to the IPCC and my fella's suing the police for unlawful arrest.
When I went to get the rest of my stuff from the house, she texted the landlord saying I'd now nicked some stuff and she was going to call the cops. So I did first, and she has been arrested for harassment.
Not only that, but I've also discovered that she's gone to court over theft and benefit fraud and is now homeless.
And I'm still in my 'shitty' job in a fucking good pub, and I smiled and waved as she was on her way into court.
( , Mon 25 Feb 2008, 1:46, 2 replies)
Recently I moved out of a house, which helped my esteem a bit. Let me tell you the story.
It was a shared house that my partner and I lived in, in sunny old Portsmouth. He and I were at uni, and working part time too.
The housemate went from nice to steadily shit. She'd hide my cutlery, pots, pans and other stuff in her room/the bin. She nicked things out of my room and then complained to the landlord that she'd had stuff nicked when I pulled her up about it.
She played music for 48 hours straight once, the same chavvy chipmunks on crack tune on repeat. She stomped, stamped and scowled everywhere she went and took it upon herself to send me threatening texts.
She mocked my job (bar work) when she'd been thrown out of hers after a week for stealing, she mocked my fella's job when she was currently not working and claiming every benefit she could, and she mouthed off something rotten.
One night, she started squalking off at me and hit me. So, after the last straw was out of sight, I beat seven shades of shit out of her and went to my room.
I moved out, then got a cop coming to my door, arresting me for assault! The solicitor told me they get these 'attack, lose, claim assault' cases a lot. I couldn't believe it! I was in the cell for 10 hours and the police eventually let me off, after her statement of events (fella holding her down shouting 'hit her' and me hitting her, 'blood everywhere and hair pulling) didn't match the evidence (black eyes, cut on nose, no blood, hair intact) and I walked out. Not before discovering my fella had been arrested, this being A DAY after an operation he'd had, with no access to painkillers.
So, a complaint was made to the IPCC and my fella's suing the police for unlawful arrest.
When I went to get the rest of my stuff from the house, she texted the landlord saying I'd now nicked some stuff and she was going to call the cops. So I did first, and she has been arrested for harassment.
Not only that, but I've also discovered that she's gone to court over theft and benefit fraud and is now homeless.
And I'm still in my 'shitty' job in a fucking good pub, and I smiled and waved as she was on her way into court.
( , Mon 25 Feb 2008, 1:46, 2 replies)
How dare she mock bar staff, without them I would be in danger of being sober most of the time...
( , Mon 25 Feb 2008, 1:54, closed)
nasty
sounds like a right old cuntoh to me. Common sense is not something the old bill are allowed to exercise much I think. Lock everyone up and let the court sort it out. doesn't do you much good does it.
Still she's where she needs to be...
( , Mon 25 Feb 2008, 3:03, closed)
sounds like a right old cuntoh to me. Common sense is not something the old bill are allowed to exercise much I think. Lock everyone up and let the court sort it out. doesn't do you much good does it.
Still she's where she needs to be...
( , Mon 25 Feb 2008, 3:03, closed)
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