"Fuck it!!!"

That's what you shout (loudly and repeatedly) when you've worked non-stop and afterhours for two sodding weeks on mountains of work you're extremely proud of, only for the client to turn around, mere moments before it's due to run, and cancel it for some unbeknown reason. "Fuck it!!!" ...that's what you shout.












It's days like this I'd gladly enter some sort of Job Swap show, in hope of landing myself a gig as a portaloo cleaner.

"Fuck it!!!"