Ack..
"Set em up joe... I got troubles"
Couldn't resist but I kind of have... First is quite trivial...'
At the moment I'm stuck at Rowhedge whilst everyone else parties at the Farm - fecking FedEx were supposed to arrive at 12 noon and now its 8 and the dude at Customer Services said it would be here before 8pm.. Grrr.. All this for my flipping plane tickets.. If those bitches don't get their asses in gear and do "Whatever it takes" To get me my ticket I won't be able to fly to HK! =/ Man I hate FedEx.. Even ordering stuff online I choose USPS if its in America.. Their Priority mail actually makes a difference and unlike FedEx they care about every package.. What's worse is that it was flipping PRIORITY FedEx.. Thats like the 2nd most expensive.. Designed to be close to 2 days deliver!! I mean what the hell am I going to do with "my money back"
for the flipping postage when the tickets in there are worth 10 times as much and only valid for tomorrow.. Argh!
The other problem is rather more troubling and requires a lot of prerequisite knowledge of my past to really get to grips with.. I'll try and abridge it..
Dude called Jim, lived with us for no very good reason whilst we were in Hong Kong for a year because my father wanted to give him a second chance at life and more importantly because Jim is a syccophantic git and my Father likes suck-ups.. For someone with such immense clarity of thought he's pretty selective in what he wants to see in people.. Anyhow this dude's true motives are spotted by everyone else who grow to detest him (entire family + office etc) I mean we actually have concrete proof that he's trying to sponge off us as much as possible from conversations and what not. He actually dined at the table with us every F***** night. Point is he made my life miserable.. And I don't mean that in a melodramatic way.. I was actually depressed.. My Grades fell, I had no drive and I simply couldn't discuss it with my father because he's only capable of seeing one side of things. Then September 11th shook the family economic conditions so we simply couldn't afford to keep Jim in Hong Kong.. Instant recovery for me, I was happy I felt more alive in some way.
Well Jim went back to the UK to stew in his own juices for a while and bad mouth my father as much as is humanly possible.. Where is he now? at this very moment? He's at the farm ass-licking whilst everyone else - disgusted both with him and my father have left the room.
Something has to be done before he gets back into Hong Kong...