The Book of Sifty

Fuckers. Mother fuckers. 11:28AM

Right, I know the only goal I ever got around to writing up was about being more positive. But sometimes shit happens that really just sucks and it can't help but get me down.

So the 80 hours work in 6 days I did just before leaving the UK? The dull dross job that stopped me heading up to Birmingham. That job that took up the last week I should have been catching up with everybody in London. That was going to buy a Mini Disc player.

Well so the day before I left they had deposited the cheque into my account. But it hadn't cleared. Cool I thought that should clear by the time I need more cash in the States. But when I got there my Lloyds UK cash card didn't seem to work. Okay I thought maybe its some UK/American bank issue. So when I get back to NZ at the very worst I can write cheques to get the money out.. sure. 'All cool' I stupidly thought.

Get back to NZ and the cheque has been returned by the bank to my NZ address. It has 'Payment Stopped' written across it, and is good for nothing.
Fuck me.
So I ring the girl from the agency on her cell phone, on her DDI, on the main agency number. No answer.

FUCK!

So apparently they have gone under and some other agency has picked up their work. The guy at the new agency is apparently confident he will pay us. But speaking to the credit company I'm on the list of unsecured creditors, and that guy was much less positive - they owe over '100,000 and being on the unsecured column means I'm last to be paid.

Bugger it! That means I lose '450 and even worse is I'm out about '40 more after putting some gas in the rental car, that I was supposed to be reimbursed for.. Thats about $1300 NZD.

POSTIVE IS VERY HARD SOMETIMES.

Now its late and I'm not in the mood for replying to any more mail.. still at least I'm in contact with the other guys I worked with, and am not totally in the dark about what has happened.