GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRWWWAAAAUUUUGUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!! I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them!!!!! World's snottiest cow rings me last week demanding new references - told her there and then I have issues since (the reason I ain't worked for 3 months is them not finding me any anyway) one very unobligingly died this year, and the other, my other agency isn't likely to cooperate since I'm resisting their bullying to work for free... after her yelling at me and being utterly incredibly rude, we came to the conclusion that taking me off their books would have to be the way forward, and she slammed the phone down on me. Was very very upset at the time about it all - because I feel incredibly useless and a burden to hubby with the fact that supply's gone up the brown smelly creek without a paddle this year. Today - same aforementioned world's snottiest cow sends me the "your CRB is due to expire" mail. Now, considering last week we'd agreed that I was going to be off their books - I'm cross. I don't generally mind re-doing CRBs - fact of life for supplies, but the fact that they just don't blooming well listen. As it is, financially it's probably not worth me paying out for a new one for this bunch since it runs out in January - and I'll be the size of a small whale by May and having the baby anyway - and since we've had so little in the way of supply, we're having to seriously consider if it's worth getting the old tincan I run around in and laughably refer to as a car through its MOT in February anyway since it's not earning its keep running me to work bookings anymore. They just don't listen, they just don't think, they just don't give a stuff! Then to add to it all, just as I'd picked that email up, with steam freshly coming out of my ears and returning home after walking the dog - the lock on the back gate failed and I ended up locked out of the house (I don't carry a front door key around with me since we need to get a new one cut)! I'm blaming the evil agency for that one as well - just because I'm irked and I feel the need to! May they all descend into the firey pits of hell where they have to listen to Slade on an eternal loop from January through to November (they can have the Backstreet Boys and Spice Girls for all of December because they ain't having festive cheer!) while having every hair on their body removed slowly and ineptly with a pair of tweezers!