I give up!

I got home to another torrent of abuse last night, from someone who had been in the pub for most of the day, topping up from the night before.  “I’m stressed, I had to lay off people today because The Client won’t pay” and then the best of all his reasons for being in the pub “I’ve got 2 bathrooms to do, one shower room and the ladies toilets in the pub as well as I’ve got to see Tom about a job at his house”.

I object to being called “ficko” and “fuckin’ ficko” and find it very difficult to ignore and continue doing what I am doing. 

Him: “What are we having for dinner, ficko?”

Me: “Don’t know”

Him: “Well let’s get a take-away then ficko”

Me: “I don’t want one, I think I’ll cook what we were going to have last night, everything is prepared”

Him: “I don’t want that, I won’t eat it, I’ll have a sandwich”

Me: “Suit yourself”

Him: “So what are you having?”

I ignored him ..

Him: “oi fuckin’ ficko” .. again and again and again until I gave in and answered just to shut him up.

And he wonders why I get so angry???

Anyway I have a dictaphone in my bag fully charged with a brand new tape .. I’ll be using it next time .. to playw him the evidence when he’s sober!

There’s more, but that little lot wore me out!