Eejit.

you know that kind of feeling when you're dead tired from work after the bloody long hours and finally when you get home, you just want to wash up, relax for a little bit before you head on to bed and get some much deserved rest?

but no, when i came back, there are beer bottles, ciggarette ashes, rubbish and plates for you to pick up and wash. smell of ciggarettes and beer is in the air like a pub. plastic packaging of snacks on the floor and table. unfinished beer bottles. loads of ciggarette buds and ashes. all the bloody lights were switched on and plates on the basin to clean up.

ARGH!!!!!! why simple things like picking up your thrash is such a difficult thing to do?!!!?

useless fcuking piece of shit. you think this is a hotel and that you have maids for the rest of your live to pick up after you? its okay to be lazy at times, but ALL the fcuking time is too much!