So I am at work.
I am four hours into what is supposed to be a six hour job, and I've managed to get about an hour and a half of actual work done, meaning I'm probably not going to get home until 4 or even 5am. This is due to various processes falling over in our company's crappy payroll system, which is so complicated and unstable that it requires an IT bod to run it, plus two specialists on call in case of problems.

I am having problems tonight. All of them. I often have the mickey taken out of me at work for having all the crap payroll nights, but this one really takes the piss.

Cheer me up with your tales of shitty luck or I might just hurl myself off the balcony.
( Kroney, Tue 9 Sep 2008, 22:26, 4 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

Earlier this evening
I trod on a plug, barefoot. 3 prongs into the heel.

Shitty enough luck for you?
( SuperWeasel slightly better than the average weasel, Tue 9 Sep 2008, 22:38, Reply)

My life as a whole?
Sometimes that one seems like a bit of a joke really.

Weasel, standing on an upturned plug barefoot is the worst pain ever.


FACT!
(PenguinOfDeath is Scottish, and most likely angry, Tue 9 Sep 2008, 22:43, Reply)

I NEED A PISS.

( baldmonkey a frothy foul-smelling vaginal discharge, Tue 9 Sep 2008, 23:47, Reply)

End it all now, I say.

( Esme Weatherwax I swear on my tash it's daycent hash, Tue 9 Sep 2008, 23:57, Reply)