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DIE, PHONE, DIE…

…YOU MOTHERFUCKIN PIECE OF SHIT!!!

*smash*

Sorry about that. Nothing in this world is as liable to drive me into a violent rage as my mobile phone. That’s the third one I’ve destroyed in such a fashion since last summer. I really shouldn’t blame the phone, it’s the cunt on the other end of the line that I’d like to smash off the wall, the infuriating prick.

I’ve had a mobile phone for as long as I can remember, in fact, I was one of those ‘yuppie bastards’ that had a mobile way back when they were the size of your average toaster. And it never really bothered me that I was contactable at any given time, most likely because people didn’t call you at strange times of the day. But in the last few years it seems that ‘office hours’ have been abolished and your colleagues/clients think they can (and should) call you whenever they fucking please. Some people have even gone as far as leaving blatently abusive comments on my voicemail simply because they can’t get in touch with me. What the fuck is with that? Since when did it become law that you must be contactable 24 hours a day, 365 days a year?

Maybe it’s just because I’ve got a shit type of job and this doesn’t happen to other people, but I don’t think so. What has happened to our society that we can’t simply finish work for the day when we leave the building? Why does some annoying asshole (usually, the boss) make ridiculous demands of me during my time off? Why can’t people just fuck off and LEAVE ME ALONE!!!*

Angry Man

Fuck it… my phone is in bits.

Can anyone recommend to me a good replacement?

H

*Not you, unless you’re my boss.

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Published:
Feb 14 2008 / 6:31 pm
Category:
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