A rant about my house, the universe and everything

I have saved up all my stress this week to deposit here. I'd get out while you still can, frankly. My head is not a good place to be right now.

If Britain had a bigger gun culture the world would be now be short two electricians, a hoard of builders, a roofer and a plumber.

Seriously, what the hell is wrong with people? If you tell me you will ring me, or come round and give me a quote, then DO IT, FOR FUCKS SAKE. Otherwise I get angry and want to hunt you down and find an alternate use for your nailgun.

The boiler is in. It's not working, but it's in. It keeps dropping pressure, so either we have a leak and the floor - the new floor that got badly laid by some dodgy cunts about a month ago - will have to come up, or the boiler itself is faulty. I'm not conviced it's a leak, since I think we'd notice 7/8 litres of water appearing somewhere every time we turned it on. I hope.

We need an electrician to fit a new consumer unit and wire the broken boiler into the mains and move some sockets. Two electricians have fucked us over so far. The one who did turn up seems decent, but he will also have to pull up some flooring to bond the stopcock to the blah blah blah, cause the builders who fitted the kitchen didn't do it properly the first time. Cocks. So we might have to take out some kitchen units to do that.

We needed a roofer to fix the big hole in the roof where the flue for the boiler has been installed. The first one just didn't turn up. We finally got it done by a fella down the road...the day after the torrential downpour finally stopped.

And the plumber is ok really, but the bastard is going on honeymoon next week, so if the boiler isn't fixed by then then we're either going to have no hot water for a fortnight or probably pay to get another plumber to have a go.

Anyway, on top of this I am working 8 shifts in a row to pay for the robbing bastards. I have also started taking a new pill that has given me morning sickness, period pains, a four day (and counting) headache and the desire to bawl like a baby every time someone speaks to me. Placement even took pity on me and sent me home early after watching me struggle not to burst into tears for the fourth time when someone asked me how I was. Which also made me want to cry. I'm hoping it will settle down soon.

I have been coping using a combination of alcohol and chocolate biscuits, since my usual spending money option is not currently available, vis a vis stupid expensive workmen.

And I'm on nights tonight. Usually I wouldn't even be awake at this time on my days off, but when I want to sleep late - so I'm not dangerously tired at 3am tomorrow - I'm up at the crack of dawn. Well, 9am. Sucks.

Ok, rant over. I'm going to find something to knock me out for a couple of hours...