Christ I must be bored
I just remembered another sacking. Sort of.

I was running my own business basically writing content for websites, and one of my clients was a huge american company who make films. Huge. Basically, they paid me £250 a day, for three days a week, to write a few film reviews of old films they were showing on their movie channel. Sweet. I didn't need any other clients, and I was earning £750 a week for about 4 hours graft as and when I felt like it, and life was fantastic. So I was on one of my many holidays, up in Scotland, and me and the wife (now ex) were in a lovely pub in the middle of nowhere having a relaxing beer before heading back to our hotel. My phone rings, and it's the head of the channel who's website I wrote for. Cool enough, I thought, if they need anything doing, I can do it on the laptop at the hotel. Oh how life rocks.

"They've pulled the plug on us and closed the channel"

She said.

"I'm on holiday!"

was about all I could think of to say as my cushy lifestyle drined out of my arse as I stood at the quiet bar.

"Sorry, tone"

She said, with a bit of genuine sympathy.

"Oh tits. I'm fucked!"

I said, very professionally.

"So am I. She said. I just did a fucking stack of coke on my desk, then got called in and told they'd be keeping me on and moving me to another channel. I'm whizzing my tits off."

"Fair enough"

And that was that. AND the receivers never paid me the last month's dues. On the plus side, I lied to the IR about my earnings from that job and got away with it*. Hurrah.

*to date
( Tone Depear fucking rocks, Wed 1 Mar 2006, 5:23, Reply)