Maybe you think you've had a bad week.....

[BANGKOK RED]

Well....

Last week the finance Co. came to reposses (fuck the spellng) the car. WTF, we have been keeping up with payments......

It turns out that although we have been making payments regularly for the last year and a half or so, the contract has expired and there are still some outstanding payments from way back when we went through a rough patch. No biggie though as it is just a case of re-financing the outstanding amount....

That marred an otherwise quite good week as my misses was accepted for a job which both looked good for her career wise and was a significant salary increase. She also had a part-time job as marketing manager which paid a reasonble sum. Myself, I have recently started a job as a regional (Asia pacific) sales manager for a start up company. I was on comission only but that was fine as things were looking very good for me in the long term and sometime early next year I should be on a big fat salary, besides my misses was making more money also. At last it looks as we where getting our lucky break, until........

After quitting her previous job and paying out to change our daughters school (working hours had changed), my misses arrived at her new job on Monday this week as arranged.... There's nobody there. After a whle she manages to contact somebody who says that her contract had not been finalised yet and so my misses is told to wait and she will get a call. This go's on until Wednesday when my misses, becoming quite concerned asks curtly "What the bloody hell is going on". It turns out that after being accepted for the job, head office in Australia decided that things weren't working out in Asia and so decided to close the Bangkok branch. However some fucking dipshit retard bopard feels that it is not important that my misses knows about this.

Well fucking marvellous. Not only have we just paid out good money to put our our girl in a new school but my misses had already resigned from her last job, not to mention the fact my misses is upset at missing a good opportunity for her. Somebody could have let her know at the very least.

So now my misses had effectively lost two jobs but we are still "OK". Her second income can still keep us afloat, getting the car back is still no biggie and again, things are looking good where my own career is concerned.

Until..... Whilst at work I get the text message "Fuck, I just lost two jobs in one day"......

After trying for about an hour I finally get through to my misses, I suspect it took her that long to compose herself...... She has been made redundant for the second time in one day (effectively 3 jobs in one week now) reducing our monthly income to zero, zilch, nada, nothing, nowt..... you get the point.

So within 1 week our situation had gone from looking quite comfortable, even a tad sexy to one of having no income asides from a small payment at the end of this month. This gives me only one choice, I have to quit my sales management job for a guaranteed salary, after all my landlord is unlikely to be interested in my "Probably paying him back in January". Between us we have now lost 4 jobs in the space of one week.

So that's fucking marvellous also, brilliant, we are facking loving it, fan-fucktastic.

My misses and are are both feeling a tad down as should be expected however we are both quite tough and know how to use our brain, therefore we should be able to do the bare minimum required (making enough money to pay the bills) at least until we can pick things up again.

So we are at home, consoling ourselves and each other when some cunt really decides to kick us when we are down. The finance company call... due to my misses no longer having an income and needing 6 months history of working for your current employer, even if my wife got another job tomorrow we cannot re-finance the outstanding amount on the car and therefore it is highly likely that we have also lost the car.

We where just 4 months away from completeing a 3 1/2 repayment contract.

Tonight, I shall be drinking mostly: Whatever I can get my hands on.

[BANGKOK RED]

And we still haven't signed a fucking striker yet!!!!!

[flammableBen]

Oh blah blah blah. Stop moaning you cunt.

[Batch]

You should pen that story in a Blues or Country song.

On the plus side, the only way is up, right?

[@MacPhlea]

Put your missus out on the game and sell yourself as a ladyboy job done....

[BANGKOK RED]

Thanks for your kind words.

At times such as this I look for comfort in posts such as this:

Jesus Titti-Mongering Cripes on a cracker, you stupid defective whoremonkey. You made this topic an hour after you made the first one.. and 20 minutes after you made the second one. Do you expect some sort of instant gratification? Do you expect people to constantly monitor the site in the hope of someday witnessing one of your barely-coherent maggot-infested turds you might, in your witless optimism think of as being a "post"? If you answered yes to that question, or even thought of yes, or if any faint trace of yesishness even crossed your mind as some faint answer to that question, then you win the official Mong Hat. Everyone else who has ever won it has worn it proudly, but only because they didn't know what it was. I'm assuming you'll be the same, most likely because by the time you read this far into a sentence, you've forgotten what the first part of it was.

So now how about you try to do a little thing I like to think of as 'waiting'. Just try it. Who knows, maybe the best way to get an answer to a question (which I in all honesty didn't even try to read) isn't to constantly repeat it in the exact same barely-functional words? Just throwing that out there. Worth a bit of consideration maybe.

Now, just for you, I went back and swallowed a half bottle of vodka and some painkillers, and then set out to read your post. It hurt. A lot. But after fighting my way through the pain, and almost becoming a martyr to incoherency in the process, I have gathered that your issue seems to be that you have been banned, and you insist that you did nothing wrong. Frankly, at this stage, I'm under the impression that although you might not have broken any rules, you were still banned anyway, probably because you give the GMs diarrhea everytime you open your mouth. If, however, you still want to protest your innocence, and insist that it's all a terrible, ghastly, wonderful mistake, you should consult some of the stickies around the place, and email the mods at an address I forget off hand. Or you can call the office. I think the phone number and email are on the front page of the forums.

As much as I would love to, I cannot take any credit for the above piece of poetry. I can't even give a link as one wasn't offered to me.

I can still appreciate the skillz though.

My new favourite word is "yesishness", I can't wait to use it.

[BANGKOK RED]

And I could always look to Sid as an effective release of anger and fustration:

[Mexicano Rojo]

chin up cuntface, you have you and your familys health.

[SwindonTartanArmy]

IS there no such thing as breach of contract in Bangkok?

[BANGKOK RED]

chin up cuntface, you have you and your familys health.

Brutal, succint, humbling and majestic.

To cut a long one short, I mean cheers. You iz spot on, innit.

[DV]

top marks for getting the word bopard in there. one of the TEFs lost gems that one.

[THE FLASH]

You never know you have hit rock bottom until you feel it coming through yer arse!!

Only was is up...............hang in there....

[flammableBen]

It's a nice thing to say, but the only way isn't up is it? Things could get a lot worse for him.

[Peter Venkman]

It's a nice thing to say, but the only way isn't up is it? Things could get a lot worse for him.

Pessimistic but true.

[flammableBen]

Pessimistic but true.

Exactly. Moonbeam could die or something.

On the subject of Moonbeam (your name choice was gay). May I suggest you enter him into the Critter Fighting League (Lightweight Division), I believe there to be much money to be made in such things. If this doesn't exist you should invent it.

Only eat Moonbeam as a last resort.