Had to rip the wee gimp in the office a new arsehole today. Stupid wee ****wit forget to put in a planning appeal to the Council and the client was raging. Wouldn't mind if the wee **** at least had an excuse, but he's got so little to do that i wonder how he fills his day. Minces about like a wee queer and talks to his"pals" on the internet all day. It was pathetic - "I'm sorry Sir, it won't happen again" snivelling little runt. Next time I'm sacking the ****er- if he wasn't filling one of the positive discrimination places, he'd be gone already.
