He who laughs last thinks slowest.

I am waiting with bated breath for the list of new jobs for me from Shocking Fish. He's even including links and everything. I will be disappointed if there are no coloured pie charts though or the odd diagram.

Today I have been called a smug bitch and a cow, just for pointing out the obvious to pikeys. If you don't pay the bill, you ain't getting the services, innit? Or put it like this - would you walk out of Lidl with a trolley full of food before you'd paid the bill? (you would? d'oh!)

I can safely say I never want to see another credit control job again as long as I live. I don't want to know the inside story on why Madam Pikey of Pikeyville can't pay her bill this month (you've given birth to your seventeenth child, by your eighteenth different father? Nice) or why Monsieur Pikey McPike of Piketown can't pay the three/four months outstanding (you bought drugs instead? Cool). I just want a non-challenging, office job with a few perks that helps me pay the bills, stay afloat and let's me wear my sparkly shoes to work. Not too much to ask surely?