Metropolitan

For the past two weeks I have been working on the Metropolitan U/19 National Soccer League highlights package. Not one thing has gone right. Murphy was most certainly out to get me on this one. Every problem the bitch* could creatively conjure up occurred during this frightful escapade.

Working weekends and overtime has become the norm. Referring to "My Name Is Earl" I guess karma has decided to bite me in the ass for complaining that I had nothing to do.

It all seems so futile; the moment I start making money I'm poorer than ever before. I have to start paying for petrol and my phone now. And petrol's quite a bitch when driving to Joburg and back 6 times a week. I shouldn't complain, soon I'll be starting varsity again and wishing I was here at work. Fucking Murphy.

*I refer to Murphy as a woman because no man has the ability to be as manipulitive as she.