What the fuck? I epicly hate today.
Everyone is pissing me off.
For the past half an hour I've been on the phone to insurance people who are bursting to give me a great deal on car insurance. The more times I say that I don't have enough details on me because I'm not the fucking policyholder, the more questions they want to ask that I dont have the answer to... because I'm not the policyholder.
I told the chick I was on my way out so instead of letting me go she puts me through to people who have no idea who I am, thus making me sound like a muppet. And the outcome of that half an hour of rubbish is a £2000 quote which is 4 times as much as what my mum found two nights ago. Fuckers.
Work was a little bit mare-ish.
I'm worried about my birthday.
Today is David Bowie's birthday, which is nice :)
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