Lali ho...I guess...
Well, it's pay day, and once again it's bad news. The short version? I'm REALLY fucking poor. The long version...
- I used to score about £480 a month on average.
- My expenses every month are £250 to my dad (£200 for rent, £50 to pay off what I owe for Nanaki), £52 a month for my mobile and broadband charges, somewhere around £40 a month for Nanaki's food and upkeep, and the rest normally went on games and cheese but now it finds its way towards romantic activities with Heather.
- Last month I only got £313, so I couldn't pay my phone and broadband bills at all. I'm therefore badly behind schedule and owe Virgin Media a LOT of money. My phone bill was also much higher than normal thanks to a rather ill-advised phone call to Sian that cost me a damn fortune.
- This month I was on a 5 week rota (we're paid monthly, two sets of 4 weeks then a 5), so I should have earned more. On a decent 5 week rotation I can easily break the £550 mark.
- I should have earned even more this month because we're supposed to earn 1% of all our sales. Even with such a small percentage, I've sold a LOT of stuff over the last 5 weeks. It adds up.
- I got just over £400.
WHAT THE FUCK?????!!!!!!!!!!!????????
I feel sick. I've worked my nuts off for the last 5 weeks and I've got basically fuck all to show for it. I can just barely pay my basic expenses, my rent and Nanaki's food. After that I'm fucked. I can't pay off my Virgin Media outstanding bill, I can't get myself anything decent, be it clothes or games or cheese, I can't take my girlfriend out anywhere nice.
I'll be 'having words' with my boss for the final time this afternoon after examining my paycheck in great detail, and in all probability turning in my badge. I cannot survive on such an insulting wage. Well, I can survive, but not live. I can't make anything worth my time. I can't enjoy anything. The last five weeks of hard labour just to pay bills and continue eating terrible food, being hounded by Virgin Media for money I don't have, having to give my dog the cheap crappy food, not being able to take my sweetheart to the movies or out for dinner. I'm insulted. To whoever is responsible for constantly under paying me, I say simply this.
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Thankfully I do have some saving graces. A brief show of force (with a helpful reminder that I own a razor sharp Lionheart gunblade replica) has reminded my dad that constantly demanding money I don't have will only...enrage me. I've explained to Virgin Media that I'll pay them when I can afford it. And frankly I don't care if they cut off my phone or broadband, I can live without both. I've scraped together a little extra leeway with my finances so I can make life a little more worthwhile. And Heather isn't exactly a materialistic girl, she doesn't need flowers and chocolates and trips to the movies to be happy, she just wants someone who cares for her, which I can provide no matter the circumstances. So it's not all bad. I just wish I could go one pay day without it being such a joke. I want my efforts to mean something at the end of the month and they never seem to. Hence why I've been filling out application forms for new jobs. Maybe one day I'll find a place in this world where I'm appreciated. But until then, if you see me in a news article ending with the blog title, you know why.
Now I have to give Virgin Media another call and explain the situation more thoroughly, explain I'll make some sort of 'token' payment as a show of good faith but they'll have to wait for the rest. After that...I dunno. My finances are gonna be shot to shit for a while, but I'll endure somehow. I always seem to endure. I just wish my life was more about living than enduring, you know? But as long as I have Heather by my side I'll get by. After all, I used to spend my money on games and snacks to make myself feel better about life because I was alone. Now I'm not.
I'm still buying Resident Evil Mercenaries on the 1st though
Somehow...
Blaze.
'Oh, I get it. You think you can handle me. That's cute.' - Me, when Tony decided to 'square off' on me thinking he was 'hard'.
Well, it's pay day, and once again it's bad news. The short version? I'm REALLY fucking poor. The long version...
- I used to score about £480 a month on average.
- My expenses every month are £250 to my dad (£200 for rent, £50 to pay off what I owe for Nanaki), £52 a month for my mobile and broadband charges, somewhere around £40 a month for Nanaki's food and upkeep, and the rest normally went on games and cheese but now it finds its way towards romantic activities with Heather.
- Last month I only got £313, so I couldn't pay my phone and broadband bills at all. I'm therefore badly behind schedule and owe Virgin Media a LOT of money. My phone bill was also much higher than normal thanks to a rather ill-advised phone call to Sian that cost me a damn fortune.
- This month I was on a 5 week rota (we're paid monthly, two sets of 4 weeks then a 5), so I should have earned more. On a decent 5 week rotation I can easily break the £550 mark.
- I should have earned even more this month because we're supposed to earn 1% of all our sales. Even with such a small percentage, I've sold a LOT of stuff over the last 5 weeks. It adds up.
- I got just over £400.
WHAT THE FUCK?????!!!!!!!!!!!????????
I feel sick. I've worked my nuts off for the last 5 weeks and I've got basically fuck all to show for it. I can just barely pay my basic expenses, my rent and Nanaki's food. After that I'm fucked. I can't pay off my Virgin Media outstanding bill, I can't get myself anything decent, be it clothes or games or cheese, I can't take my girlfriend out anywhere nice.
I'll be 'having words' with my boss for the final time this afternoon after examining my paycheck in great detail, and in all probability turning in my badge. I cannot survive on such an insulting wage. Well, I can survive, but not live. I can't make anything worth my time. I can't enjoy anything. The last five weeks of hard labour just to pay bills and continue eating terrible food, being hounded by Virgin Media for money I don't have, having to give my dog the cheap crappy food, not being able to take my sweetheart to the movies or out for dinner. I'm insulted. To whoever is responsible for constantly under paying me, I say simply this.
[youtube]65Hbl9J3zlM[/youtube]
Thankfully I do have some saving graces. A brief show of force (with a helpful reminder that I own a razor sharp Lionheart gunblade replica) has reminded my dad that constantly demanding money I don't have will only...enrage me. I've explained to Virgin Media that I'll pay them when I can afford it. And frankly I don't care if they cut off my phone or broadband, I can live without both. I've scraped together a little extra leeway with my finances so I can make life a little more worthwhile. And Heather isn't exactly a materialistic girl, she doesn't need flowers and chocolates and trips to the movies to be happy, she just wants someone who cares for her, which I can provide no matter the circumstances. So it's not all bad. I just wish I could go one pay day without it being such a joke. I want my efforts to mean something at the end of the month and they never seem to. Hence why I've been filling out application forms for new jobs. Maybe one day I'll find a place in this world where I'm appreciated. But until then, if you see me in a news article ending with the blog title, you know why.
Now I have to give Virgin Media another call and explain the situation more thoroughly, explain I'll make some sort of 'token' payment as a show of good faith but they'll have to wait for the rest. After that...I dunno. My finances are gonna be shot to shit for a while, but I'll endure somehow. I always seem to endure. I just wish my life was more about living than enduring, you know? But as long as I have Heather by my side I'll get by. After all, I used to spend my money on games and snacks to make myself feel better about life because I was alone. Now I'm not.
I'm still buying Resident Evil Mercenaries on the 1st though
Blaze.
'Oh, I get it. You think you can handle me. That's cute.' - Me, when Tony decided to 'square off' on me thinking he was 'hard'.