Fucking assholes

Man... I don't get it. Seriously.
I was called by the DOS of Empik, a famous English school not only in Krakow but the whole of Poland as well. She said that she needed someone to substitute for a teacher who was sick. She didn't know exactly when she would be back, maybe soon, maybe never again. She gave me this bunch of groups at fucking IBM to teach Business English which, as you guys know, is not my cup of tea. No, wrong sentence. It's nothing at all to me, I've never taught it, don't know how to, don't know the lingo, even in Portuguese.
But then I thought 'Hey, finally some money in my pocket'.
But apparently this sick teacher, Julia something, is adored by all her students. I've worked three days so far and no one showed up in two. No fucking one. The only class I I was ablr to teach three guys out of nine showed up and only one was really taking part. The other two were decorative plants. I felt awful.
This people have no consideration AT ALL. AT ALL. Ok, they might love the teacher for whatever reason, but hey, I've nothing to do with it. They accepted a substitute teacher and now they're boycoting me big time. I have to put up with this shit!
And today I met one of the teachers, Matthew, who's British. I couldn't understand a single word he was saying! He would speak to me and I guessed what he was saying. Many times I said the good old 'sorry?' And he kept asking all this questions... I think he sensed something. His class was full today and I waited 20 fucking minutes before asking the receptionist to sign the fucking sheet. She said "they're waisting your time"
"It's OK"
But no, it wasn't OK at all! I left that fucking place almost crying. It takes me one hour's walk to get home. I just wanted all of them to shove it! Shove it up their fucking asses, man!
I know I'm getting paid for the hour anyway, but the atmosphere is awful. Those guys keep looking at me and talking in fucking Polish and I don't understand anything. Hey man! It's not my fucking fault that the woman got sick or fucking left the job or whatever. Fucking assholes.
And I still have to plan my trip on Labour Day because I must leave the country every three months since I'm still on a tourist visa. I think Junior is coming with me but I'm not sure. I have to go anyway.

I'm so pissed, man... fucking assholes.

I just wanted to get there and scream in good Portuguese:
'Vao tomar no cu seus filho-da-puta!'

"The more I give the less I get
I'm all set, I'm all set
Skin and bones, skin and bones, skin and bones don't you know
I'm just getting bones"