Never work for fuckwits.

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Especially ones who pay you by cheque.

I've just been over to my bank to cash my wages cheque. Or I would have if it wasn't for the fact that my work likes to fuck me around by paying me with a cheque that isn't cashable.

Now I have to wait five days until the cheque clears. Until then it's beans on toast for yours truly.

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Wreckless Euroafrican said…
That's a problem easily resolved with a sawn off pick axe handle.
There is no fucking way I;ll accept a cheque that don't clear immediately.

Methinks you need to get paid in cash from now on... Stuff their cheques!

Salagatle
7:49 pm
Divemaster GranDad said…
Beans on toast? Beans on toast? I remember the days when we were lucky to be able to lick the bean juice off the inside of a discarded bean tin we found on the dump...if we were lucky enough to find a tin. At times we considered ourselves fortunate even to find the lid of a discarded bean tin.
And here you go on about toast...ha! We sometimes had to steal a rotten slice of bread and lick the hairy green mould off it before we got caught and slapped about a bit.
Consider yourself lucky, boyo...

LOL...
2:06 pm
Anonymous said…
Steven Douglas, I can remember when you family was so wealthy you had beans for breakfast. those where the days eh??
3:10 pm
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