Stupid **** Braindead Bimbos From Hell

And for once I'm not talking about bad fiction writers.

Gah. I should have KNOWN that it wasn't going to be this simple to write an email system for 'em. Bastards. Can't explain their **** way out of a paper bag. Bitch.

And they don't **** well listen, either.

UGH.

Worse still; I can't **** kill them because they pay my wages.

Gah.

**** 'em all.

*so not in the mood to umpire this evening now*

Ow...

It was a shit game, umpiring wise. I really wish I hadn't bothered. Particularly given the back spasm I'm now suffering.

I'd go to bed, but I have a feeling I'm going to have nightmares variously about umpiring and recalcitrant code.

And my boss is on holiday so I can't pull a sickie.

Ugh. Tomorrow night, I am so out of work at 5pm.