After three days of trying to get a sodding p45 off the last shower of fecking retarded mong abortions I've been redirected to another bloody dept. who told me I don't exist! I will prove them wrong when I incert my throbbing member into their eye socket and skull feck them as they produce another copy printed in the blood of their children. In the 18 months I contracted through them they went through three HR managers all withthe brain compacity of a pickled gurkin that has spent the last seven days incerted in the anus of a Kings Cross rent boy named Colin, it was one c0ck up after another. I feel much better now I think I will jack in IT and work with children instead.