I'm hoping the pay bump I'm due can let me slap another 1% of contributions on my pension but the news isn't that good.
I'm hoping the pay bump I'm due can let me slap another 1% of contributions on my pension but the news isn't that good.
Last edited by Shindig; 22-06-2022 at 05:57 PM.
Update:
They inform me I've paid off my overpayment from December. (I know, I'm talking about the one from March which I told you about 3 months ago).
The rebate is paying back my pension contributions from the start of this locum post due to my opt out. (I have not opted out of pension contributions).
Incredible.
Fuck it. If they say otherwise, crack on.
In better news, we've moved desks. I can see the TV in break room from there so that's me sorted for the World Cup. Assuming I'm not sitting somewhere else by then.
Last edited by Shindig; 23-06-2022 at 07:52 PM.
So latest is: my only sales colleague has been fired and has been painted as having a drink problem. Was also told he didn't even own his house(!).
I have moved up from ignored to absolutely controlled, which is awful but not as awful as being ignored. Dragged through to the office last Friday to do cold calling with a poor part-time woman from one of the sub-companies who is the owner's neighbour. I had to go through at 0900 as that's when it was in my calendar, leaving the house at 0700. I got there and then was told the woman and the sub-boss guy from the sub-company wouldn't be in until 10 (LOL).
We were told a bunch of info about a 'grant' that may or may not be applicable and got given a list of companies. From what I gathered it was basically a lie and an in to organisations so we could then find out more about their IT. Not great but whatever. The sub-boss said go in to your separate offices in the afternoon to make the calls as it's not great doing it in front of other people.
So, the afternoon comes and the owner comes in and brings up Wolf of Wall Street on YouTube and says 'that's how you make a cold call! Don't tell them where the grant is from, don't tell them anything. Use the board room phones, most appointments gets a bottle of Moet'.
The woman (owner's neighbour) left in tears and I just made up my own script and obviously didn't get any appointments and in fairness neither did the account manager who also had to do it. This place is literally insane and changes almost every day. I can barely cope.
Are you making up stories to try and beat Jimmy at his own game?
I really, REALLY wish I was.
This seems to be working out well. Started a level 5 apprenticeship (dunno) in March and today got a call from my line manager asking me to apply for the job above mine, that states a degree is required. “Well, you’re working towards one so that counts.”
Annoying but it seems like I’ve got a job on 50% more if I want it, right?
Last edited by Baz; 30-06-2022 at 10:08 AM.
I'm a twit
It would appear so. My company tends to be the same, they like to promote from within so back us to go for any relevant training/qualification that may help with that. More companies should be like this; you know, favouring industry knowledge and expertise over a random Desmond from University of Whatever.
BazBot elite slush fund.
I now work at the GMC. Please call in RL.
We've hired a fucking Brazilian. I know it's about time they branched out from selling coke out of rickshaws, but still
Jesus, lad, glass houses and all. Or should that be tin ones with horses roaming around them.
Can you throw a stone at a cave?
Is Reg not the Brighton fan?
Who is Brighton?
I had a minor seethe at somebody eating microwaved Chinese leftovers at their desk today, because our sub-office is windowless and what have you so it fucking stunk, and people thought it was just my usual epic banter. Why would anyone think that that is acceptable?
We have a salmon offender so I can sympathise.
We've had a cod botherer in our office.
Brav there's a cost of living crisis, let the man eat for 10 mins and deal with the very temporary odour.
He never stops eating. It's amazing. I'm a big lad and I can put it away, but he has my daily calories covered by half-eleven.
Ah fucking hell, not one of those gluttonous cunts. My misophonia is a real problem with these lot.
Were only allowed bring old stuff or buy it in the shop. No reheating. Just as it should be.
Assuming you are smashing through large volumes of it are you not up for a piss every 20 minutes?
Not quite that, but a lot yes.
This is the first I'm hearing of this Air-Up and, well that's got to be a new low for humanity. Frightening.
I meant if you must have flavoured water, rather than a default option. Now I'm trying to be less of a fat cunt, my occasional glasses of Robinson's fruit and barley are genuinely a treat for me
Water-drinking crew.
High five h20 brothers.
Water doesn't need polluting it just needs to be cold.
Mix it with dihydrogen monoxide for the ultimate refreshment.
I'm a twit
Flavoured water is on my 'sign of a wrong un' list, along with tinted glasses and white belts.
Ah, the Jim Jones trilogy.
Sparkling water is the worst form. Or anyone that owns a sodastream.
Sparkling water is brilliant.
I keep a keg of sparkling water on the go at all times. So handy.
Lol the trustees are visiting the office for two days of board meetings. There are plenty of conference rooms in the area they could have booked, but instead they've insisted on booking out the entire second floor of our office and doing it here. Bear in mind that there's only about 15 of them. Yesterday the instructions were that people were still allowed to use the canteen (also on the second floor) as long as people were really quiet (annoying enough as it is) but today an all office has gone around telling people they aren't allowed up there at all and that a microwave has been moved downstairs.
When I heard the trustees had insisted on doing it in the office I assumed it was to meet members of staff and patronisingly pretend to show interest in our work, but if they didn't want to be disturbed by us plebs...er, maybe have the meeting not in a working fucking office lol. Melts.
One of my favourite things that happens in our office is when the South Africans come over, the company orders in a big platter of fancy sandwiches etc for their lunch in the boardroom upstairs each day, and then at 4.30pm the leftovers are brought down to the sales office in case we're interested in a stale chicken and pesto focaccia, or a slime-green cannoli, to end the day.