The amount of times I had to print out yet another form because I'd written in my name wrong... again. I was seriously approaching the 'punching-self-in-face' zone again. I also had to make SIX, count them, SIX trips to the post office today. I hate the post office. No wonder it's going out of business. Still, my post is now being redirected to good ol' Espania. Thumbs up to correspondence and global warming (see, I figure I'm hardly doing the environment any favours by flying all my junk mail to Mallorca... but I have to for tax reasons, and because England can certainly do with being warmer).
I also saw my favourite financial siren again. I'm beginning to seriously dislike that woman. Fixed bank stuff though, which is a moderate relief. Although that took two trips, one of them unnecessary.
Due to me destroying one of my cooker hobs a while back I've had to replace the whole bloody thing for the new tenants, that'll be 200 'clams' down the drain then. Take it from me kids, if you value you 'clams' don't bother washing your cooker hobs, it'll just end up in frightening electrical sparkage and loss of clams.
I've sorted out my mortgage. Well, replace 'sorted out' with 'gone through the horror of eternal on-hold music for someone to eventually pick up the phone and then send me through some more forms‘. I LOOK FORWARD TO WRITING MORE THINGS IN CAPITALS.
Do we REALLY need capital letters? A whole additional alphabet to learn the shape of... and for what? Seems like a waste of our finite brain capacity to me.
Also, on analysing the contract from my estate agents, it transpires that they're a bunch of bastards. There's seriously one part in there that basically says "if we screw anything up, especially money, then we're not responsible"... another favourite was "if we lose your keys then we'll get more cut, which you'll have to pay for, as well as an addition fifty pounds of administration costs". Man, if that was me, I'd be throwing keys out the window all day. What the hell is the administration cost of getting some keys cut? All the women that I talk to at that place have that awful estate agent accent too... it's like each syllable is really drawn out, just to ensure maximum patronising potential.
Continuing the crappiness, my removals contacted me, after agreeing to come next Wednesday to do the packing and pickup, they said: "we'll be round on Friday, please confirm everything is packed, if not, what needs doing?". Well... apart from being the WRONG DAY, you can equate that to getting some painters in and them saying "please confirm that the house will already be painted when we arrive". Cue more hassle and finally it was sorted.
I guess I should also briefly describe my last few days at work too. Well, I spent the last couple of days desperately trying to finish up and brain dump everywhere, sending out as many emails to people that I could in the time... there wasn't enough time. Had the standard ritualistic leaving embarrassment session where I received various trinkets and paraphernalia, very nice. Then I had the company day on my last day... which was an unbelievable day. The most surprising part being the 'Robert compilation video' they played in the cinema to the whole company... I knew nothing about it. It was like someone crammed all my most embarrassing moments in the recording booth and overlaid it with some horrendous photos of me in suspicious poses. I'm surprised the organisers okayed it to be honest.
We then had a bbq I think, it all gets a bit blurry after that due to the 16 hours of drinking. Suffice to say it was an incredible night though. So much so that I'm still feeling a bit dizzy today... four days later. I wont bore you with more stories of enjoyment... there was a bit where people were sat for ages on puke... how I laughed.
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