Sunday, June 17, 2007
Some coppers I wouldn't pay in washers.
After 9 days on and an impossibly long weekend at work, I opened up my Monday Morning emails to find one from a supposed colleague, telling me I had two late crime reports in my "electronic" crime in-tray and that I should not let my crime reports go over their due date. It is only by GOD's good grace that the human was not within striking distance of me. I could lose my job over jobsworth shiny-arsed fuckwits like this one. I know I should just delete them and say fuck it, but they piss me right off. Armchair coppers.