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Aug. 10th, 2005 02:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolToday had the possibility to be a very positive day, as work was fairly painless and I came home to two birthday presents - the Doctor Who movie (FINALLY I CAN SEE EIGHT - ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
loneraven, I promise not to watch it until I see you) from balthaser and a wrapped CD from lilka. I am rather chuffed by all of this and skipped gaily into the kitchen.
Dad greeted me. "Joyce from Homebase has phoned," he said grimly.
"I was GOING to phone her back now," I said with a sigh.
"Well, she's left a message. Something about not being paid..."
I didn't hear the rest of what he said as I was running to the phone and slamming in 1571 for the BT answerphone. According to the message, I'm not being paid tomorrow. I nearly cried and slammed in the Homebase number quicker than I ever have before.
Three minutes later I put the phone down. Bloody customer services never picks up.
I tried again, and got through to someone, who promised that Joyce would phone back. If she's not by 3.30 then I'm ringing back again. And I'm not putting the phone down until I get my bloody money. Yes, I have resigned and will be putting my last shift in on Saturday. However, the money for this month is entirely unaffacted so I will go bloody mad if they don't give me it. I want to hear the exact part of my contract where it says they can do it, and if it's not there, I'm speaking to the appropriate authority and I may even go to the local papers because it will do my nut in. I have 30p in my purse, ferchrissakes.
...
Okay, I actually just got a phone call back. Colleen is not being paid by Homebase tomorrow. I burst into tears at Joyce over the phone. "It's my birthday tomorrow!" I wailed. "And this week has been bad enough already! I have 30p in my purse and I'm already in debt!"
Give Joyce her credit, she offered to actually lend me the money out of her own account. I'm not doing that, because she has children to feed and whatnot. It's all something to do with being overpaid. Dad took pity on me and is lending me £100. I am now officially over £200 in debt.
Thanks for the birthday wishes, Homebase. You've got another bloody think coming if you think I'm coming in on Saturday.
*is miserable* I am so damned fed up of being skint.
I had such a positive post all planned. I should try and write it, because dammit I am not letting the fact that two successive jobs have just fucked me around make me upset, or worry about th fact I'm over £200 in debt and as such owe people a fuckload of money in two weeks when I get fucking paid properly oh god this is fucking stupid.
No wonder I'm a bloody socialist. Money makes man miserable and yet rarely gives him happiness. What's the point?
*deep breath*
Right. Yesterday, I had staff training and outed myself as an Uber Nerd. It was manual handling - lifting and all that - and he asked, all innocent, "Does anyone do a martial art or similar?"
"I do," I said absently and became aware of the silence around me.
"Really?" he asked kindly. "What type?"
"Fourteenth century battle re-enactment."
"Pardon? I didn't get that..."
I confessed all. He made a joke about me being a wench. I told him that if he said that again I have an army to hurt him and quietly mentioned that we were technically classed and terrifying and to please remember that I was in charge of quite a few of them. I then lifted the box perfectly. Ho hum.
After all that, I went home and straightened my hair. I was meant to be buying hair dye tomorrow, but evidently that's not happening now. I like playing with my hair, sometimes. Anyway, it came in good use as I went out in what can only be described as a comedy of errors, including getting stuck in a ditch. Whilst driving my car. I'm not going anymore into this story because nearly 24 hours on I'm still blushing in shame.
Ended up going to see Batman. I am the last person in the world to see this world, but it's really rather good, isn't it? It seemed to long but it wouldn't have worked without each and every scene, so I won't say anything against it. Well done Christopher Nolan - normally, I just can't be done with DC, but it was just absolutely lavishly wonderful. I liked the theme of fear the whole way through, and the whole Scarecrow thing? Done very nicely and somewhat terrifyingly, too.
Anyway. I am tired today and angry at Homebase and it's all just rather strange, I think. HOWEVER.
BIRTHDAY GOODNESS. I am beginning to worry slightly that no one is wandering along on Saturday other than the four definities. I need a night out like no business - please all make noises about coming? Other thanelyim, cos she'll be watching from a distance with her zoom lems camera, I know.
~Hathy_Col~
loneraven, I promise not to watch it until I see you) from balthaser and a wrapped CD from lilka. I am rather chuffed by all of this and skipped gaily into the kitchen.Dad greeted me. "Joyce from Homebase has phoned," he said grimly.
"I was GOING to phone her back now," I said with a sigh.
"Well, she's left a message. Something about not being paid..."
I didn't hear the rest of what he said as I was running to the phone and slamming in 1571 for the BT answerphone. According to the message, I'm not being paid tomorrow. I nearly cried and slammed in the Homebase number quicker than I ever have before.
Three minutes later I put the phone down. Bloody customer services never picks up.
I tried again, and got through to someone, who promised that Joyce would phone back. If she's not by 3.30 then I'm ringing back again. And I'm not putting the phone down until I get my bloody money. Yes, I have resigned and will be putting my last shift in on Saturday. However, the money for this month is entirely unaffacted so I will go bloody mad if they don't give me it. I want to hear the exact part of my contract where it says they can do it, and if it's not there, I'm speaking to the appropriate authority and I may even go to the local papers because it will do my nut in. I have 30p in my purse, ferchrissakes.
...
Okay, I actually just got a phone call back. Colleen is not being paid by Homebase tomorrow. I burst into tears at Joyce over the phone. "It's my birthday tomorrow!" I wailed. "And this week has been bad enough already! I have 30p in my purse and I'm already in debt!"
Give Joyce her credit, she offered to actually lend me the money out of her own account. I'm not doing that, because she has children to feed and whatnot. It's all something to do with being overpaid. Dad took pity on me and is lending me £100. I am now officially over £200 in debt.
Thanks for the birthday wishes, Homebase. You've got another bloody think coming if you think I'm coming in on Saturday.
*is miserable* I am so damned fed up of being skint.
I had such a positive post all planned. I should try and write it, because dammit I am not letting the fact that two successive jobs have just fucked me around make me upset, or worry about th fact I'm over £200 in debt and as such owe people a fuckload of money in two weeks when I get fucking paid properly oh god this is fucking stupid.
No wonder I'm a bloody socialist. Money makes man miserable and yet rarely gives him happiness. What's the point?
*deep breath*
Right. Yesterday, I had staff training and outed myself as an Uber Nerd. It was manual handling - lifting and all that - and he asked, all innocent, "Does anyone do a martial art or similar?"
"I do," I said absently and became aware of the silence around me.
"Really?" he asked kindly. "What type?"
"Fourteenth century battle re-enactment."
"Pardon? I didn't get that..."
I confessed all. He made a joke about me being a wench. I told him that if he said that again I have an army to hurt him and quietly mentioned that we were technically classed and terrifying and to please remember that I was in charge of quite a few of them. I then lifted the box perfectly. Ho hum.
After all that, I went home and straightened my hair. I was meant to be buying hair dye tomorrow, but evidently that's not happening now. I like playing with my hair, sometimes. Anyway, it came in good use as I went out in what can only be described as a comedy of errors, including getting stuck in a ditch. Whilst driving my car. I'm not going anymore into this story because nearly 24 hours on I'm still blushing in shame.
Ended up going to see Batman. I am the last person in the world to see this world, but it's really rather good, isn't it? It seemed to long but it wouldn't have worked without each and every scene, so I won't say anything against it. Well done Christopher Nolan - normally, I just can't be done with DC, but it was just absolutely lavishly wonderful. I liked the theme of fear the whole way through, and the whole Scarecrow thing? Done very nicely and somewhat terrifyingly, too.
Anyway. I am tired today and angry at Homebase and it's all just rather strange, I think. HOWEVER.
BIRTHDAY GOODNESS. I am beginning to worry slightly that no one is wandering along on Saturday other than the four definities. I need a night out like no business - please all make noises about coming? Other than
elyim, cos she'll be watching from a distance with her zoom lems camera, I know.~Hathy_Col~
