money for nothing....
I've had two jobs where literally I didn't turn up one day but still got paid.

The Post office in a Southern town made famous by David Brent.
I'd gone there to go to college but a combination of total boredom and a new live-in girlfriend meant I wanted to earn money.
So i got a job with the GPO. Four weeks of training at full wages, another few weeks of mail sorting in the office, then out on the road with a trainer. He'd take me out for a couple of hours, drop me at home for an hour or so (supposedly for breakfast, but the g/f was still in bed and well....) then he'd pick me up, back to the office, sign out, and home.
I was still looking for other jobs, and found one as a lifeguard at the pool where I was going nude swimming weekly, so I left the GPO.
Friday, my bank account has a weeks wages in from the GPO.
And the next seven weeks too.
Then it stopped. No contact from them asking if I was ill, or why I wasn't in, or notice they were stopping.

A famous British Airline just outside Manchester.
I'd been working for National Express, but wasn't long a father and needed more money, so applied for a job with B.A. where I was given the impression I was going to immediatly gain about an extra £50 a week.
Bollocks.
When the job started we were told that we'd get the extra after training.
After training in the classroom we were put on the phones, as a group, for a fortnight.
Then we were split up, and put into already formed groups dealing with different things. I was put with about 15 people who were answering the calls from agents, maybe one an hour. My phone was set up to accept general calls... one after the other, on and on...
So I'm sat there doing nothing but answer calls whilst they sit and chat and drink coffee..
Now, it wasn't just this that caused me to suddenly stop. I'd got problems with my kids mum, despite the fact we lived 50 yards apart I wasn't seeing the kids, and it was taking me over an hour each way (with two buses) to work.
So I got up one morning, went and stood at the bus stop and waited...and waited... and waited.
There was a bloody bus strike and I didn't know.
After about 40 mins, and someone telling me eventually, I went home.
Although I didn't know it at the time I was actually suffering from depression, it didn't seem too strange to me to be actually looking at the stairs and thinking "If I hang the rope there and knock the chair away..."
Luckily I had a doctor who saw something more than the lump I went to see him with...
But B.A. still paid me for another two months. No contact again, until right at the very end when one of my trainers rang to find out what was going on... (She was very sympathetic but the money stopped that week...)
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