Today was pay day - it was meant to have been the happiest day in, well, ever. I was meant to have been paid just over £1000, which would mean I would pay off my overdraft,
order my new graphics cards (yes, x2) and have more than enough money
for the festival, and to see the Mrs up in Newcastle in September.
But no, the fuckers decided to tax me (even though I had filled out all the paper work over 6 weeks ago, it is only meant to take 2 weeks to get processed) almost £300 - when you include Nation Insurance - which leaves me enough money to pay off my over draft, and then buy the graphics cards...
And then be £2 BACK INTO my overdraft.
I really didn't want to have to go back to work after the fucking festival - but at the rate they are cocking up my pay - and the amount of money I'm going to waste on dodgy food and beer over the weekend - it is certain I'll have to go back for at least 2 weeks, probably 3 - which means the Mrs is not going to be best please when I arrive in Newcastle in an almost comatose state after being on a train for 6 hours after a 10 hour shift, and not sleeping on said train due to the shear amounts of changes such a trip takes.
FUCK YOU JUSTIN AND YOUR ENTIRE FUCKING COMPANY.
Hopefully the call to HMRC will get me my money back sooner than April.
Scuzzmonkey.