Sincerely Pissed Off Of London

I really didn't need another reason to hate living here, did I? As it happens I've been rather busy lately hating the assignment my temping agency have currently got me on, so much of my general russum has been taken up there. It's rubbish money, I've been just barely trained to do anything at all, then alternately left with nothing to do (but no internet access except at lunchtime) or left to do things I have no actual hope of doing due to not having been trained to do them. I am really really fed up with it.
Then some cunt lets a bomb off underneath it.
I was really not pleased. To begin with the job was making it worse. With the attitude typical of schools and other such jobsworth institutions we were getting the "I don't care what's going on, settle down we've got work to do" etc etc. "But" we might well have said, "whatever's just happened has happened directly underneath and all around us." We might have said "Observe the large, slightly shaken and rather pissed off Scotsman who was blown off his feet coming out of the station, observe the people coming back from fag breaks saying the end of our road is a police cordon. Might it not be a good idea to get out of here?"
"But" the manager in our office reported the guy upstairs saying "I don't care if a bomb's gone off, I want to get the exam results out."
Well I Fucking Well Do care if a bomb's gone off. As, fortunately, did my temping agency. So I picked up my stuff and walked out of there, and I didn't stop till I got home two hours later. I couldn't get in touch with my husband until i was most of the way home. If I'd stayed put it would have been hours longer. I don't give a rats arse who thinks I work for them, if I'm not comfortable being in a place, let alone if everything I know tells me it's the single stupidest place I could be, I'll take myself out of it buy whatever means necessary.
Today the permanent staff here are trying to get those results out. Unfortunately as is usual if anyone tries to do anything more ambititous than turn it on, the system's playing up. It doesn't care if people are waiting for exam results. I'm here, and I'm even less bloody happy about it than I was before. So here are my revised rules in the light of Thursday:
I will not go into London wearing anything I can't run in.
I will not travel on the tube at peak times.
I will not travel in at all without my disaster kit (First aid kit, water, maglite and batteries, suitable face covering cloth, in case jumper, spare socks, A-Z, Swiss Army Knife, watch)
If I say I'm outa here, I'm outa here.
If I'm a temp, I work for me. If you want me to do something, it's your responsibility to make it possible.
If I'm temping for you, you only get to tell me what work to do, nothing else.
If you want to blow me up, you'll have to fucking catch me first.

I will not be pandering to those responsible by giving them any airtime.