Bother, damn, and blast. As of the end of next week, I’ll be unemployed. I’d really hoped this job would last a little longer - enough to give me another reserve and my aunt’s house to be sorted. And what with the Credit Crunch and all, getting another position is going to be tough - and November through February are tough months for jobs anyway.
Bother? You’re getting laid off and you’re response is bother? Swear, man! Let it out! Let’s hear a ‘motherfucker’, or son of a fucking bitch’ or ‘buncha asshats’. Get angry enough that normal swearwords aren’t enough, and make some up! ‘Fucking cockpolishers couldn’t get a clue if they smeared themselves with clue musk and did the clue mating dance in a sorority full of drunk clues!’