OK, get your digs in....only an hour left.....
Mood:  incredulous
I can't believe this. Yisus just snapped at me because the owner only paid him €30 for the stupid bike repair workshop. "I could sit at home playing with myself for that kind of money," he hissed. Well, why are you bitching at the person who's leaving in an hour? I thought. And then it hit me...the rest of the staff don't know that it's my last day.

OK, for the rest of you who want to have a go: you have sixty minutes to behave like assholes and whine about anything you want. After that, you all have to leave me the hell alone because I'm going biking, not doing power-f***ing-point presentations about it. Are we clear????