Started my new job yesterday and they're all mental ****ers - the car park dash at the end of shift is like a ****ing chavy gumball or something..
Some cheeky mammoth of a guy just opened his door on the rear quarter of my car then lent on it while changing his boots and then ****ed off at a billion miles an hour.
Lucky for me it hit the rub strip but still people don't give a ****!
Theres a new dent and chip on my bonnet that were 100% not there on Sunday and could only have happened on Monday at work.
I'm so pissed off with it all - All I can do with the car at the moment is damage limitation - Its got a right royal beating in the last few months and theres only so much polish and back to black can hide...
I honestly feel disgusted in having to drive it at the moment, it's starting to feel like a rust bucket and a thorn in my side.