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Can't shut it for the wad of cash currently inside. About £215. Yes, today I got my first payment for working at the Inland Revenue. Only got paid for the two days training and the first week, but still, that's £140. Gonna use it with the money I've saved just from not going out on a night for the last two weeks (being that my hours are 4:30 to 9:30, when I get in I'm too tired to go out since I've also been at college) and buy myself a new monitor and a new hard drive. And probably a shiny new case to fit it all in.
Work is easy. Today the core crashed, so we couldn't do any work for the rest of the day. So I got paid £5.60 an hour to sit and mess around on the computer (though they told me off for playing Minesweeper)
However, working at the IR has given me a new hatred for the Welsh. We cover Newcastle and surrounding areas, then some down south... then Wales. They seem to think they aren't members of the UK, and that they're not British citizens, which means we have to make a note whenever one of 'em has ticked UK national as "no". Idiots. And when I have to send a letter (because people haven't completed their forms) I have to type out daft Welsh town names and stuff. Also, most of the people I've phoned have been Welsh, and I can't understand a word they say. One bloke today was especially annoying.
This guy didn't believe I was from the Inland Revenue, despite being able to quote all his details to him, as I had them in front of me on the computer. I said I could send him a letter if he didn't want to give me his bank details over the phone (computer said they were wrong) but he asked me to tell him what the record showed. I did, and he said they were right, but wouldn't believe that the computers said they were wrong. I kept apologising, and every ten seconds he would say he didn't believe I was who I said I was, and he wanted to call me back (check the number) We can't receive incoming calls, and this angered him. I gave him a number to phone and my name (which I told him at least five times, he asked me every two minutes) so he could phone us to see if I was who said I was. He kept saying "How do I know you're the tax man? What's my name?" I would tell him his full name (first, middle and last) and he still didn't believe me. He was quite rude, but I kept my patience. Everyone around me was listening as I tried to convince him I worked for the New Tax Credits office in the Inland Revenue, and saw how I had to repeat myself constantly, as he kept trying to catch me out. Fool. It's us that are meant to ask HIM questions, to see if he is who he says he is (ask him his DOB and postcode, which we have on computer) He even said "Well, I've just given you my bank details over the phone, now you can get into my account!" ... Did I miss something? Unless I want to put money INTO his account (the whole point of my job is so the government CAN do that) then I can't do anything with his account number and sort code. Not like he gave me his PIN number or anything. Anyway, I had told him the sort code and account number that we had on file, and he told me they were right, which meant I already had them... which meant I couldn't possibly be phoning to con him out of his sort code and account number, which wouldn't get me anything anyway. The stupidity of some people makes me wonder where the human race is going. What we had is exactly what your employers have, but you don't accuse THEM of stealing your money!
Anyway, enough on the Welsh, I've bashed them enough (country sucks, went there a few years ago, they don't even have Channel 4 on terrestrial)
My social life is officially dead. At college from 9:30 to 4:00, then work from 4:30, then I get home at 10pm. At least I get Fridays off, but I'm too tired to do stuff by then. They asked if I wanted to work Fridays, and/or extend my contract for another month. Pfffft. I'll get over a grand for this contract, not worth working an extra month for just another £400. Everyone else in my team said yes, but most don't do anything during the day, so it's OK for them.
To sum up - My account and wallet are rather large, work sucks and the Welsh are fools (except... well, can't think of any exceptions, as Stryke loves himself)
Work is easy. Today the core crashed, so we couldn't do any work for the rest of the day. So I got paid £5.60 an hour to sit and mess around on the computer (though they told me off for playing Minesweeper)
However, working at the IR has given me a new hatred for the Welsh. We cover Newcastle and surrounding areas, then some down south... then Wales. They seem to think they aren't members of the UK, and that they're not British citizens, which means we have to make a note whenever one of 'em has ticked UK national as "no". Idiots. And when I have to send a letter (because people haven't completed their forms) I have to type out daft Welsh town names and stuff. Also, most of the people I've phoned have been Welsh, and I can't understand a word they say. One bloke today was especially annoying.
This guy didn't believe I was from the Inland Revenue, despite being able to quote all his details to him, as I had them in front of me on the computer. I said I could send him a letter if he didn't want to give me his bank details over the phone (computer said they were wrong) but he asked me to tell him what the record showed. I did, and he said they were right, but wouldn't believe that the computers said they were wrong. I kept apologising, and every ten seconds he would say he didn't believe I was who I said I was, and he wanted to call me back (check the number) We can't receive incoming calls, and this angered him. I gave him a number to phone and my name (which I told him at least five times, he asked me every two minutes) so he could phone us to see if I was who said I was. He kept saying "How do I know you're the tax man? What's my name?" I would tell him his full name (first, middle and last) and he still didn't believe me. He was quite rude, but I kept my patience. Everyone around me was listening as I tried to convince him I worked for the New Tax Credits office in the Inland Revenue, and saw how I had to repeat myself constantly, as he kept trying to catch me out. Fool. It's us that are meant to ask HIM questions, to see if he is who he says he is (ask him his DOB and postcode, which we have on computer) He even said "Well, I've just given you my bank details over the phone, now you can get into my account!" ... Did I miss something? Unless I want to put money INTO his account (the whole point of my job is so the government CAN do that) then I can't do anything with his account number and sort code. Not like he gave me his PIN number or anything. Anyway, I had told him the sort code and account number that we had on file, and he told me they were right, which meant I already had them... which meant I couldn't possibly be phoning to con him out of his sort code and account number, which wouldn't get me anything anyway. The stupidity of some people makes me wonder where the human race is going. What we had is exactly what your employers have, but you don't accuse THEM of stealing your money!
Anyway, enough on the Welsh, I've bashed them enough (country sucks, went there a few years ago, they don't even have Channel 4 on terrestrial)
My social life is officially dead. At college from 9:30 to 4:00, then work from 4:30, then I get home at 10pm. At least I get Fridays off, but I'm too tired to do stuff by then. They asked if I wanted to work Fridays, and/or extend my contract for another month. Pfffft. I'll get over a grand for this contract, not worth working an extra month for just another £400. Everyone else in my team said yes, but most don't do anything during the day, so it's OK for them.
To sum up - My account and wallet are rather large, work sucks and the Welsh are fools (except... well, can't think of any exceptions, as Stryke loves himself)
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Can't shut it for the wad of cash currently inside. About £215. Yes, today I got my first payment for working at the Inland Revenue. Only got paid for the two days training and the first week, but still, that's £140. Gonna use it with the money I've saved just from not going out on a night for the last two weeks (being that my hours are 4:30 to 9:30, when I get in I'm too tired to go out since I've also been at college) and buy myself a new monitor and a new hard drive. And probably a shiny new case to fit it all in.
Work is easy. Today the core crashed, so we couldn't do any work for the rest of the day. So I got paid £5.60 an hour to sit and mess around on the computer (though they told me off for playing Minesweeper)
However, working at the IR has given me a new hatred for the Welsh. We cover Newcastle and surrounding areas, then some down south... then Wales. They seem to think they aren't members of the UK, and that they're not British citizens, which means we have to make a note whenever one of 'em has ticked UK national as "no". Idiots. And when I have to send a letter (because people haven't completed their forms) I have to type out daft Welsh town names and stuff. Also, most of the people I've phoned have been Welsh, and I can't understand a word they say. One bloke today was especially annoying.
This guy didn't believe I was from the Inland Revenue, despite being able to quote all his details to him, as I had them in front of me on the computer. I said I could send him a letter if he didn't want to give me his bank details over the phone (computer said they were wrong) but he asked me to tell him what the record showed. I did, and he said they were right, but wouldn't believe that the computers said they were wrong. I kept apologising, and every ten seconds he would say he didn't believe I was who I said I was, and he wanted to call me back (check the number) We can't receive incoming calls, and this angered him. I gave him a number to phone and my name (which I told him at least five times, he asked me every two minutes) so he could phone us to see if I was who said I was. He kept saying "How do I know you're the tax man? What's my name?" I would tell him his full name (first, middle and last) and he still didn't believe me. He was quite rude, but I kept my patience. Everyone around me was listening as I tried to convince him I worked for the New Tax Credits office in the Inland Revenue, and saw how I had to repeat myself constantly, as he kept trying to catch me out. Fool. It's us that are meant to ask HIM questions, to see if he is who he says he is (ask him his DOB and postcode, which we have on computer) He even said "Well, I've just given you my bank details over the phone, now you can get into my account!" ... Did I miss something? Unless I want to put money INTO his account (the whole point of my job is so the government CAN do that) then I can't do anything with his account number and sort code. Not like he gave me his PIN number or anything. Anyway, I had told him the sort code and account number that we had on file, and he told me they were right, which meant I already had them... which meant I couldn't possibly be phoning to con him out of his sort code and account number, which wouldn't get me anything anyway. The stupidity of some people makes me wonder where the human race is going. What we had is exactly what your employers have, but you don't accuse THEM of stealing your money!
Anyway, enough on the Welsh, I've bashed them enough (country sucks, went there a few years ago, they don't even have Channel 4 on terrestrial)
My social life is officially dead. At college from 9:30 to 4:00, then work from 4:30, then I get home at 10pm. At least I get Fridays off, but I'm too tired to do stuff by then. They asked if I wanted to work Fridays, and/or extend my contract for another month. Pfffft. I'll get over a grand for this contract, not worth working an extra month for just another £400. Everyone else in my team said yes, but most don't do anything during the day, so it's OK for them.
To sum up - My account and wallet are rather large, work sucks and the Welsh are fools (except... well, can't think of any exceptions, as Stryke loves himself)
Work is easy. Today the core crashed, so we couldn't do any work for the rest of the day. So I got paid £5.60 an hour to sit and mess around on the computer (though they told me off for playing Minesweeper)
However, working at the IR has given me a new hatred for the Welsh. We cover Newcastle and surrounding areas, then some down south... then Wales. They seem to think they aren't members of the UK, and that they're not British citizens, which means we have to make a note whenever one of 'em has ticked UK national as "no". Idiots. And when I have to send a letter (because people haven't completed their forms) I have to type out daft Welsh town names and stuff. Also, most of the people I've phoned have been Welsh, and I can't understand a word they say. One bloke today was especially annoying.
This guy didn't believe I was from the Inland Revenue, despite being able to quote all his details to him, as I had them in front of me on the computer. I said I could send him a letter if he didn't want to give me his bank details over the phone (computer said they were wrong) but he asked me to tell him what the record showed. I did, and he said they were right, but wouldn't believe that the computers said they were wrong. I kept apologising, and every ten seconds he would say he didn't believe I was who I said I was, and he wanted to call me back (check the number) We can't receive incoming calls, and this angered him. I gave him a number to phone and my name (which I told him at least five times, he asked me every two minutes) so he could phone us to see if I was who said I was. He kept saying "How do I know you're the tax man? What's my name?" I would tell him his full name (first, middle and last) and he still didn't believe me. He was quite rude, but I kept my patience. Everyone around me was listening as I tried to convince him I worked for the New Tax Credits office in the Inland Revenue, and saw how I had to repeat myself constantly, as he kept trying to catch me out. Fool. It's us that are meant to ask HIM questions, to see if he is who he says he is (ask him his DOB and postcode, which we have on computer) He even said "Well, I've just given you my bank details over the phone, now you can get into my account!" ... Did I miss something? Unless I want to put money INTO his account (the whole point of my job is so the government CAN do that) then I can't do anything with his account number and sort code. Not like he gave me his PIN number or anything. Anyway, I had told him the sort code and account number that we had on file, and he told me they were right, which meant I already had them... which meant I couldn't possibly be phoning to con him out of his sort code and account number, which wouldn't get me anything anyway. The stupidity of some people makes me wonder where the human race is going. What we had is exactly what your employers have, but you don't accuse THEM of stealing your money!
Anyway, enough on the Welsh, I've bashed them enough (country sucks, went there a few years ago, they don't even have Channel 4 on terrestrial)
My social life is officially dead. At college from 9:30 to 4:00, then work from 4:30, then I get home at 10pm. At least I get Fridays off, but I'm too tired to do stuff by then. They asked if I wanted to work Fridays, and/or extend my contract for another month. Pfffft. I'll get over a grand for this contract, not worth working an extra month for just another £400. Everyone else in my team said yes, but most don't do anything during the day, so it's OK for them.
To sum up - My account and wallet are rather large, work sucks and the Welsh are fools (except... well, can't think of any exceptions, as Stryke loves himself)
*whispers*
spend it.
Spend it.
SPEND IT ALL.
SPENDBUYSPENDBUYCONSUMECONSUMECONSUMECONSUME!!!!!!
*ahem*
spend it.
Spend it.
SPEND IT ALL.
SPENDBUYSPENDBUYCONSUMECONSUMECONSUMECONSUME!!!!!!
*ahem*
Can I have some? Please!? I'll give you a spounge bath!?
Oh don't worry, I'll be spendin' it.
My list -
Hard drive (probably only 80gig, but it's ALL for me)
Monitor (19 inches, flat screen)
MP3 player (looking at the ones SR have)
DVD player (multi-regional, again, looking at the ones SR have)
Clothes (new shoes, jacket, bag etc, probably about £100/200 worth)
Weights (I need more, I've run out of stuff to add onto my bars)
Then the rest goes with £400 from my parents to go on holiday with my mates (my parents owe me about three holidays, since I've stayed at home the last three or four years)
My list -
Hard drive (probably only 80gig, but it's ALL for me)
Monitor (19 inches, flat screen)
MP3 player (looking at the ones SR have)
DVD player (multi-regional, again, looking at the ones SR have)
Clothes (new shoes, jacket, bag etc, probably about £100/200 worth)
Weights (I need more, I've run out of stuff to add onto my bars)
Then the rest goes with £400 from my parents to go on holiday with my mates (my parents owe me about three holidays, since I've stayed at home the last three or four years)
Psyİho Fox wrote:
I'll give you a spounge bath!?
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Sorry, I only accept sponge baths for my tall tales.
I'll give you a spounge bath!?
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Sorry, I only accept sponge baths for my tall tales.
Just out of interest - is that 5.60 the minimum wage these days?
Coo, in my day, I used to get 3.40 / hour to sweat like a pilgrim and serve shoddy beer to idiots until the wee hours.
Coo, in my day, I used to get 3.40 / hour to sweat like a pilgrim and serve shoddy beer to idiots until the wee hours.
Na, it's over the minimum wage... I think.
(under 18s there get the same as us)
(under 18s there get the same as us)
Ain't that the truth. Then I look at the outrageous collection of videogames, CDs and small shiny silvery gadgets, and it all becomes clear.
Indeed, the general public all deserve to die, horribly.
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