· I hate that fact that everyone is lauding “the Departed” for its brilliant-ness, when it’s based on an AWESOME HONG KONG movie, and everyone is totally overlooking that fact that Martin Scorcese got an Oscar for basically doing a remake.
· I hate getting up every morning and checking my email hoping against hope that this will be the day that an employer will actually acknowledge that I sent in a resume and either tell me that I’ve been selected for an interview, or that I didn’t get the job.
· I hate knowing that I’m probably never going to live in Hong Kong again.
· I hate going to bed every night miserable because I can’t see how I’m ever going to get a job.
· I hate that I cannot have chocolate or sweets in the house, because I eat them all in one go.
· I hate that the roads and footpaths here in Leeds are full of potholes and you really have to watch where you’re going.
· I hate postmen who decide to deliver parcels at 7:30 in the morning.
· I hate our upstairs neighbours who borrowed the key to the back garden 4 months ago and have never given it back.
· I hate having to empty all the coffee granules out of our coffee plunger that have all compacted together like some solid mass of crap, and I have to prise it out even though I don’t even drink coffee.
· I hate my current “slobbing out at home” tracksuit pants, because of two things. Firstly, they are meant to be really short, so they end a few inches above my ankle, and if I ever go out wearing them then I look like the BIGGEST NERD IN THE WORLD and also, the inside is a sort of fluffy, felt fabric and it sheds, so when I take them off, there are little black balls of fluff all over my legs.
· I hate that I will no longer be able to afford to take airplanes after November this year, because I will be too old to be considered a staff dependent.
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