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oh i'm just FABULOUS. i got accused of theft the other week by the nightclub i work three days a week for. accused in the sense that an item had gone missing, and that if it were not returned i and the other suspects would be in trouble.
i am innocent, as much as that protestation is a pointless one.
the item?
a loaded stage gun.
left in a nightclub cloakroom that doubles as a room for hire during the day.
yes, i saw the gun.
yes, i touched it. i saw that it was loaded(it were a revolver) and unloaded it.
no i did not fucking steal it.
"back on my desk by monday", she said. three more times she insinuated i had stolen it, with no proof.
monday came, and the guy who HAD stolen it had handed it back in. he had taken it for a halloween costume, and as he was friends with the owner, had seen no problem with 'borrowing'.
today i arrived for my shift and was handed a piece of paper to sign. my disciplinary warning sheet. i am now, for the first time in my life, on paper as a thief, or at best his accomplice.
for nothing.
they are cuints, and i am quitting at three o clock in the afternoon on new years day.
fuckem, four o clock.
anyway... so chuckles is a bit of a bender, what ho? never saw that coming, what with his fine taste horse-faced women and sham marriages. shakes a chap, to think i may have played polo with a homosexual.
i mean, my vicar most certainly loves the ladies less than both christ and men, and i know my butler for a fancier of the fatter sex, but at SPORT?
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