After arranging Hack Green for my team. Vital members of my team showed disinterest venturing that far/ paying money so I cancelled it because I just wanted it to stop asap. I need to rethink the team and look for new ways forward. Some members are almost impossible to reach and then won't even say that they are not coming. I feel a bit exhausted from it today. I need to switch off for a week or so really. I still love it I just feel let down by others (as fucking usual). 

Oh another muppet, 
Yesterday I delivered a job to the postcode provided. I saw the sign for the place that I needed to drop at. I entered the office and asked is this the right place. 
The big bear of a bloke said "well he has a few addresses but yes you can leave it here. Put it on that table in the entrance" 
The next day I'm told that this man mountain claims to have said I couldn't leave the job at that address. What bothers me is that I do make mistakes which hugely embarrass me but that doesn't mean that I am always guilty. However I had the feeling that work colleagues  had just assumed that I had fucked up when I hadn't. So rather than do I was led all the way, it was supposed to be easier to believe that I had walked into a building and told the huge Geoff Capes looking man that I was wanting to leave these boxes. Then the story goes that he said NO. So I am supposed to have gone and then left them anyway and he did nothing. Which would follow that I told this hulkster that I was leaving these boxes cause I fucking wanted to anyway and what was that massive cocksucker going to do about it. 
You know people look down on me if I've made a mistake forgetting that they do the same. This just makes them looking down on me appear as massive fuck ends. Plus my non reply or trying to explain might make them not see their wrong, it also allows me to take a spiritual peace from not defending myself and yet know what really happened. It makes no difference to what the truth was and they can look down on me if they want as only I have the facts and that fact is that are disillusioned penis faces.  
This may seem like a little rant. But the written word is still a silenct exchange. I let off steam in a quiet tiny vent of rage, whilst displaying the face a calm mill pond.