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» Rubbish Towns
Rotherham
I've worked in Rotherham on and off over the last seven years doing various jobs ranging from office temp, bank manager and teacher. I have a few stories that stick out whenever I speak of the place.
A pregnant 12 year old was forced to name the father of the unborn. She couldn't work it out and named five men, ageing between 20 and 38. They were all questioned and charged by the police. Anyway, the lab results came back and it was none of them.
On my second day as a teacher I was sat at the back of a science lab watching a lesson. A technician came up to me and talked non-stop for about 20 minutes about his failing marriage and how his most recent girlfriend has just recently moved out. I've blocked most of the conversation from memory but the words "we're still friends but there's nothing there sexually" will haunt me forever.
The vast majority of the people who live there are just fucking weird and racist. I predicted to a mate that it was only a matter of time before the BNP were making waves there and lo and behold a few years ago they noticed that they could achieve relative success with very little effort.
Finally, I once heard a tramp being abusive towards one of my bank staff so I invited him into my office for a cup of tea. After getting him on side and sorting his problem I discovered that he travels in by train every day from Scarborough to get drunk and then travels back to his homeless shelter at the end of the day. Even the fucking tramps don't want to live there.
I'll add to this if I remember any more.
EDIT: I'll never forget the day that Rotherham got a Subway sandwich shop. The office I worked in were buzzing for days beforehand and weeks afterwards. It was like Christmas only toasted with cheese.
(Thu 29th Oct 2009, 20:14, More)
Rotherham
I've worked in Rotherham on and off over the last seven years doing various jobs ranging from office temp, bank manager and teacher. I have a few stories that stick out whenever I speak of the place.
A pregnant 12 year old was forced to name the father of the unborn. She couldn't work it out and named five men, ageing between 20 and 38. They were all questioned and charged by the police. Anyway, the lab results came back and it was none of them.
On my second day as a teacher I was sat at the back of a science lab watching a lesson. A technician came up to me and talked non-stop for about 20 minutes about his failing marriage and how his most recent girlfriend has just recently moved out. I've blocked most of the conversation from memory but the words "we're still friends but there's nothing there sexually" will haunt me forever.
The vast majority of the people who live there are just fucking weird and racist. I predicted to a mate that it was only a matter of time before the BNP were making waves there and lo and behold a few years ago they noticed that they could achieve relative success with very little effort.
Finally, I once heard a tramp being abusive towards one of my bank staff so I invited him into my office for a cup of tea. After getting him on side and sorting his problem I discovered that he travels in by train every day from Scarborough to get drunk and then travels back to his homeless shelter at the end of the day. Even the fucking tramps don't want to live there.
I'll add to this if I remember any more.
EDIT: I'll never forget the day that Rotherham got a Subway sandwich shop. The office I worked in were buzzing for days beforehand and weeks afterwards. It was like Christmas only toasted with cheese.
(Thu 29th Oct 2009, 20:14, More)
» Call Centres
Tax avoidance story
I had finished university a year previously and had hated my first job so quit. I had to find a job to pay the bills and applied for anything and everything. I was a qualified mortgage & financial advisor but a certain bank that, liked to portray itself as giving extra, thought it be a better use of their resources and my qualifications to have me answering calls in their mortgage department and effectively carry out data entry while their crappy systems calculated everything. I was only there for six months but was constantly being moaned at for my care free attitude and a tendency to spend more time playing pool in the staff room than doing any work.
One day I answered a call from a woman who wanted to increase her mortgage loan amount in order to consolidate some debts. I trudged through the monotonous spiel and questioning at a shockingly efficient speed as my break was looming. At the employment details I asked her what she did for a living and after a mild hesitation she advised me that she was an escort. Suddenly I wasn't so concerned with a break and slowed down to a pace that allowed me to savour the moment. After a quick catch of breath I requested her income details which she again hesitantly gave to me. She told me that her basic wage was around £200 per week. I advised her that her income was not enough to sustain her current mortgage let alone an increase. The customer interjected and said that she "obviously earnt extra in her job" which meant she could afford it. I stifled a laugh and professionally asked her to give me the exact figures that she wanted to declare. She didn't know so I assumed a deliberate naivety as I asked her to take an average of three months payslips, after tax. Straight away she said that she didn't pay tax. I asked why not and she confidently said that she didn't earn enough. I told her that her £200 per week would exceed her tax threshold. "what does it say on the payslips?" I asked. "Well I don't really get payslips. It's all cash and I have to pay the building owner for being there." At this point I grew tired and wanted to play pool so I bit back "you still need to pay tax" to which she replied "my friend pays tax" with a vocal intonation that therefore completely exonerated her from filing a tax return. As all calls were recorded I was legally obliged to report her to HM Rev & Customs for tax evasion. A few weeks later I got a letter from the National Criminal Intelligence Service thanking me for being a dirty snitch and advising me that as they were starting legal proceedings against her, and her pimp, I would probably be required to give evidence in court.
(Thu 3rd Sep 2009, 18:51, More)
Tax avoidance story
I had finished university a year previously and had hated my first job so quit. I had to find a job to pay the bills and applied for anything and everything. I was a qualified mortgage & financial advisor but a certain bank that, liked to portray itself as giving extra, thought it be a better use of their resources and my qualifications to have me answering calls in their mortgage department and effectively carry out data entry while their crappy systems calculated everything. I was only there for six months but was constantly being moaned at for my care free attitude and a tendency to spend more time playing pool in the staff room than doing any work.
One day I answered a call from a woman who wanted to increase her mortgage loan amount in order to consolidate some debts. I trudged through the monotonous spiel and questioning at a shockingly efficient speed as my break was looming. At the employment details I asked her what she did for a living and after a mild hesitation she advised me that she was an escort. Suddenly I wasn't so concerned with a break and slowed down to a pace that allowed me to savour the moment. After a quick catch of breath I requested her income details which she again hesitantly gave to me. She told me that her basic wage was around £200 per week. I advised her that her income was not enough to sustain her current mortgage let alone an increase. The customer interjected and said that she "obviously earnt extra in her job" which meant she could afford it. I stifled a laugh and professionally asked her to give me the exact figures that she wanted to declare. She didn't know so I assumed a deliberate naivety as I asked her to take an average of three months payslips, after tax. Straight away she said that she didn't pay tax. I asked why not and she confidently said that she didn't earn enough. I told her that her £200 per week would exceed her tax threshold. "what does it say on the payslips?" I asked. "Well I don't really get payslips. It's all cash and I have to pay the building owner for being there." At this point I grew tired and wanted to play pool so I bit back "you still need to pay tax" to which she replied "my friend pays tax" with a vocal intonation that therefore completely exonerated her from filing a tax return. As all calls were recorded I was legally obliged to report her to HM Rev & Customs for tax evasion. A few weeks later I got a letter from the National Criminal Intelligence Service thanking me for being a dirty snitch and advising me that as they were starting legal proceedings against her, and her pimp, I would probably be required to give evidence in court.
(Thu 3rd Sep 2009, 18:51, More)