Never lend what you can't afford
In May of this year I was (rather unfairly) kicked out from a bank I worked for - the old scapegoat routine - I believe a token for my bosses failure to provide what he promised the board - anyway that's another story, but after a couple of months of panic, by luck I landed a cracker of a job for a small bank in the heart of Amsterdam and proceeded to not only enjoy myself, but shine. Got on well with the crew and the boss, was given lots of scope for broadening my skills and with it being just a few minutes walk from one of my locals, proceeded to look forward to a long and prosperous career and plenty of evening fun after knocking off time (little on call support meant I could really enjoy myself)

Then one day in September, when checking the statements for dispatch the next day I noticed a couple of large loans to a certain American well known bank, which 2 days later promptly folded. Now they are a global player with thousands employed worldwide - us - well we were a little niche bank with about 160 employees worldwide, and those 2 loans were enough to put us out of position with the Dutch state bank, and almost immediately we were under an emergency supervision order. Then in December, after all efforts to secure a paltry amount from our shareholder (paltry in what they could afford and minute in banking terms) I had to endure standing in the boardroom whilst several directors, men in their 50's I might add, broke down and cried as they told everyone that the bank that had been in existance for over a hundred years was no more. That was excruciating I can tell you.

So now I find myself a couple of months short of my 40th birthday very unemployed, with little chance of finding anything in the near future, plus with a certain Lady supposed to be leaving the US to come live with me, the chances of sponsoring her are diminishing rapidly putting the kybosh on our future happiness. Add to that my last salary slip has not yet appeared, the debts are mounting and the rent check bounced this morning. It's not looking pretty at all....

So if anyone needs a very qualified IT consultant who just wants a regular job where he will be able to assure his possible future other half what he promised her, and make us both happy, I'd love you forever, but right now the only thing that looks like a roof over my head is a possible bridge by one of the canals. Not fucking good I tell you......
(Waynster James Joyce is fucking my sister!, Mon 26 Jan 2009, 17:36, 1 reply)

You have my
sympathies.

I know that doesn't help, and I don't have advice, but good luck.
( Mrs Entity is in hiding., Mon 26 Jan 2009, 23:02, closed)