Just got back
from a 'team night out'. It was meant to be our treat for working so hard for the last 4 months, etc. Admittedly, I dont do that much in the scheme of things, but other folk do, work like fuck, sometimes for free.

So, we went to some trough fest of a pub, usual inbred menu, leather bannisters. Shite, you would never spend your money there, but, if its paid for, then fuck it, i'll have the gammon steak please.

So, we have our nosebag and 3 drinks, there are 20 of us. As we go to leave the team leader announces we all have to pay £5, yes, a fiver, a sky diver. Now bear in mind, 2 of the designers were 30 minutes late because they had to finish adverts etc. Expensive adverts, adverts that bring them in shedloads of business. They then had the cheek to see if we could all fire a nugget in for a tip.

Needless to say, i explained I had no more cash, i would need to go to the bank. They were leaving to go to a 80's bar.....I went round the opposite corner and was in home by 22:30.

I worked it out, roughly, and its seems pretty clear they put up, the comapnay that is, £10 per person. Yes, a whole tenner. This on top of the fact that there were about 8 folk who never made it!!

Pure derisory, in every sense of the word. I wasn't too fussed about myself, but I felt indignant on behalf of the folk who DO bust a gut. i wouldn't give the cunts the steam aff ma pish.

So, has penny pinching, avarice or cynicism ever ruined your day?
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Sat 23 Jan 2010, 0:53, 8 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

I'm a student
Everyone around me is a penny pinching cunt. I hate it.

Now I've been going to the pub locally and at the football with mates since fourteen or fifteen. So I'm well used to pub etiquette with regards to rounds and so on. Nothing special whatsoever, I know, I thought everyone was the same. Apparently not. First night in the student union and I get talking to a chap who buys me a beer. I'm half way through my pint (and so is he) when he stops me mid sentence and goes "can I have the two pounds for the beer I bought you now". I was actually speechless. Even when I said I'd quite obviously get the next ones in he refused and *actually* took the two quid off me.

And it's happened to me three times. With three different people. I'm absolutely dumbfounded by some of the people on my floor, they happily go out for the night with a fiver and moan about money when they run out.

99% of students are utter cunts.
(Barry from Eastenders is, despite the words written above, not a woman, Sat 23 Jan 2010, 1:12, Reply)

No way..
what a fanny.

I had experience in Brixton Academy, at an Orbital gig. I had a bit for a spliff, but as i usually smoked bongs, i didnt smoke cigs, therefore had nones, but wanted to one to roll a spliff.

I asked 4 folk before someone gave me one, grudgingly. If I had been back in Scotland, the first person i asked would have given me one, and i would have shared my spliff with him, job done.

It done my head in a bit.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Sat 23 Jan 2010, 1:18, Reply)

On a drug related note
Aren't I cool discussing drugs on the net. But alas, this annoys the fuck out of me so I'm getting it off my chest.

I despise people who have the cheek to pester others for a line. It's the ultimate cunt's trick. When me and my mates are out no one ever asks. It's just dished out regardless of who has whatever we're stuffing down our throats/up our noses because it all evens itself out and we all always had stuff on us anyway, most of the time.

But when people I don't do the above with badger me for some, I go through the roof. It's beyond fucking rude. You wouldn't ask someone to buy you a pint so how is asking for drugs any different? I'm more than glad to share what I have with people on the now rare occasions I have stuff, but tightarse drug bums can fuck right off.
(Barry from Eastenders is, despite the words written above, not a woman, Sat 23 Jan 2010, 1:39, Reply)

Yeah, i agree
but cigs are different. If you are a smoker, at an Orbital rave, and some wired character asks, very pleasantly, for a cig to roll a spliff, It isn't such a big deal. I offered to buy one, but still, nah, its my last, type patter.


Spoiled it a bit to be honest.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Sat 23 Jan 2010, 1:49, Reply)

Oh yeah, sorry
Cigarettes are totally different, I didn't mean to suggest otherwise.
(Barry from Eastenders is, despite the words written above, not a woman, Sat 23 Jan 2010, 1:59, Reply)

I used to work booking hotels over the 'phone
It was menial work, paid the minimum wage, no commission, but the boss was rich - a local celebrity buisnesswoman. I did my bit and got more bookings for more money than most, but understandably wasn't passionate about my job. I did my 8-hour shifts with two cigarette breaks and a ten-minute lunch break then went home and endeavoured to forget about my crap "career".

Every month there was a weekend trip to a hotel on the company's books, perhaps the Ramada Jarvis Sutton Coldfield or the Quality Hotel Catterick. We were expected to wear uniform on these trips (itchy, bright turquoise polo shirts with the company logo and grey fleeces) and attend a number of talks. We got food and drinks on the company, but weren't paid for the weekend. This is why I never went. I was the only person in the company to refuse to go. Man was I given hell for never going. The middle manager uber-bitch tried every trick in the book to try and make me think I had to go. I'd respond with different iterations of "but I won't be paid, it's my leisure time, I can do what I want" and more steam came out of her ears. My co-workers tried to convince me to go too and generally intimated that I was letting down the team.

Eventually I walked up to her with a ripped scrap of paper in my hand, said "I'm handing in my notice" and gave it to her before just walking out mid-shift. My scrap of paper simply said "I hate this place".
(Fancy a weekend on my Raymondo Luxury Yacht?, Sat 23 Jan 2010, 11:16, Reply)

nice one

*makes mental note*
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Sat 23 Jan 2010, 15:03, Reply)

I'm currently broke.
Due to an unfortunate dealing with my bank (a deposit I made was lost in the ATM machine), the resulting mess was that last night my debit card wouldn't go through and they put a hold on my credit card and none of it can be fixed until Monday.
I found this out when I went to pay my (measly $10) bar tab last night and it wouldn't go through. They'll quite happily leave my tab open, let me go in and drink this weekend, and pay Monday. As long as I pay them an extra $20 for the inconvenience.
( Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Sat 23 Jan 2010, 13:25, Reply)