The Sweary Post

OK, normally I try to keep the language here civilised because, well, I think my Mum reads this, and also because vulgarity is the last resort of the inarticulate motherfucker.
In this case, however, I am deeply fucking hacked off.

As some of you may know, I was reluctantly persuaded to stay on for an extra month doing what the feminists called 'shitwork' trying to market the Association's moronic fucking database, which (to be fair) is pretty fine as databases go but probably won't sell much given that they decided to give it away for free to 96% of the predicted market. Nice going, guys.

So, anyway, having agreed to stay on for the extra month (id est, August) I didn't go looking for any work or whatever for that time, because I knew that the month's pay would cover my rent and air fare to China.
However, yesterday, I was very nicely informed that they didn't have the money to pay me, so I'm finishing at the end of this month. Well, thanks a fucking bunch. now that I have no money whatsoever coming in for amonth, and a month to run on my contract for the house, where am I going to get my rent money from? Or the for the bills?

It wouldn't be quite so bad, but this was the fucking gang of feckless bastards who only two months ago were slinging around phrases like "Oh, we can find £20,000 without too much trouble." Can you? Can you indeed, you troupe of shitweaselling fuckmooks?

Fuck it. I'm going to ask very nicely to be paid up to a month from yesterday, since otherwise there's no fucking way I can cover the rent.

Fucking fucking fuck.
I've got a job interview this afternoon, and there's suddenly an awful lot more riding on it than there was before. And even if I get it, I'm still going to be strapped for cash until mid-October when it starts.

Fuuuuuuuuck.