They're surprise inspections looking for documents and seizing computers. But they hardly ransacked any of these places (we went to three houses). They just opened a few drawers. And in the case of the second and third properties, they gave them LITERALLY HOURS to hide all of their shit. Even in the first place, we're just sitting in the kitchen while the homeowners are allowed to go about their house FOR HOURS un-escorted.
These are people who allegedly scammed $10 million. I don't know how. But really nice houses full of books about how not to work. And they talk about how they've lived in Romania and Italy. I mean, come on. Something isn't right here.
There should have been police kicking doors in. Why on earth was it this 50 year old posh gay man? And why was I there? It's not a job where anyone was saying anything that needed a verbatim record. And it was totally disorganised, as one can imagine, so...just stupid.
Live and learn, I guess. I don't think there are many of these jobs anyway, but I'll be sure to decline them in the future.
And they didn't want me to book the same hotel as they had. They were staying in a 4 star hotel. They suggested that I try the Jury's Inn.
Then they didn't want to drive me back to the train station.
These are just scumbags. Oh, and these same solicitors never paid me a £50 cancellation fee so I don't know why I accepted the job in the first place. Although, he did refer me to some woman and I got a job out of that.
So now I have to try to do this pointless transcript that's just based on an audio recording because I couldn't very well drag my machine from room to room. And nothing is even being said.
1: Do you mind if I open these drawers?
2. No, go ahead.
1: Nothing in there.
Why does this need to be recorded? What benefit will this be to any reader? He's just going from room to room and opening drawers and confiscating old mobile phones. You need a verbatim record of this? Just record what was taken. That's what numerous people were doing anyway.
And how much money will I even get for this two day affair? Technically, I could have worked yesterday but it was all so rushed and last minute that it would have been really difficult. I didn't have a job lined up anyway.
But let's see...8 hours of work...6 hours of travel...it's almost £500. Plus, I'm going to charge for the Five Guys hamburger and fries. Oh, by the way, there was no time for lunch. Plus the hotel. Plus the train ticket. But I'm not making money on these things. It's just paying my expenses.
Although, I guess that's still sort of a payment. I mean, most people pay for their travel costs. They probably wouldn't pay for something this far away but just general commuting. Most people pay for the commute but I get reimbursed. So...that's an expense that I don't have to suffer, and not an inconsequential one.
So £500 for the two days. Or one day, if you consider that I maybe could have worked yesterday. I don't know. I mean, I make £250/day just going to Edinburgh and it's so much more pleasant.
Maybe I'm going about this the wrong way. Most people aren't making £250/day. Even if we look at my annual income, which is a much more modest sub-£30,000 figure, it's still quite a bit more than the average person. And I'm talking about the average person who's working eight hours a day, five days a week. I don't work anywhere near that.
I did a case where a banker is talking about how he makes £17,000/year. And he's studying some shit because he wants to POSSIBLY get a job where he makes £23,000/year.
On the other hand, you have these scumbag lawyers with their Prada handbags and fancy suits.
So I'm never one to say, "Be grateful for what you have." You should't be grateful. You should always be indignant that there are people, nearly all of whom are scumbags, who have more than you. Considerably more than you. And it's totally unjustified. Whether it's clearly criminal or should be criminal.
It's like you get these buffoons who say, "You don't like your job? I'll take it! You should be thankful to have a job! I'm unemployed!"
Well, I'm sorry to hear that but a race to the bottom is not the answer. "I'll take whatever abuse my boss gives me". Well, okay. Let's start by you sucking my dick and then maybe I can get you an interview.
You know, I was watching this Big Boob Banagaroo recently. It was a porn series in the 1990s by the Bogas Brothers: fat and fatter versions of the Everyman who have sex with stacked strumpets.
And there's a comment that says something like, "Dude! I can't believe there's a digital version of this! My mom used to have this video and she'd let me watch it!"
I've mentioned this exact comment before but it's still up. It's weird. A mother lets her son watch Big Boob Bangaroo? It's not exactly a romantic title. It's these two gross guys who have sex with (mostly) hot women with enormous breast implants.
I assume that this mother got the video as some sort of joke gift at an engagement party or something. And then she says, "Here you go, son. Big Boob Banagaroo. Enjoy yourself."
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