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So I work at the Steel Mill now.
Its alright I guess. I am a little bit worried that my actions will reflect upon my Dad (who's a manager over there). At the moment I'm doing "archiving". I have to wear the bright blue and fluro yellow overalls and the steel cap boots, and all I do is sit in an office 8 hours a day, typing and scanning. Oh well, its not that bad.
While Kelley and I were having lunch, these two guys (both late 40's) were chatting about houses they've owned.
One of the guys (John) starts telling the other guy about the house he owned in Tauranga. The story is as follows:
"Yeah, I used to have this place in Tauranga with my ex-wife. She ran off with my best mate. She'd already left me with nothing, had even taken my brand new car, so I'd be fucked if I was letting her take the house! I went to my lawyer and said "make her a cash offer on my behalf for the house for $92,000."
He said "that's crazy! It's worth way more than that!"
John said "Don't worry, she'll come back with a counter offer of $98,000"
Sure enough, the wife offered John the house for $98,000.
Two months after he bought the house, John sold it for $130,000.
He said that she rang him up and went absolutly balistic. He just said "thats what you get, slapper!"
John was made to give his ex his car, because of a court order. He said this about what happened when he was driving home from the courthouse:
"I was bloody pissed, but as I was driving home, I saw this really nice Mini, and thought, that's a bit of me! So I went across the road to a loan shark and got $3000, using the car my wife was meant to have as collaterol. Straight after I got the money, I went and changed the car I'd used as collaterol into my ex's name, then said she had 24 hours to pick it up. Three months later, I get a call and she's going nuts, says they're towing the car away unless she gives them 3 grand! I just said "love you too, slapper!"
Its alright I guess. I am a little bit worried that my actions will reflect upon my Dad (who's a manager over there). At the moment I'm doing "archiving". I have to wear the bright blue and fluro yellow overalls and the steel cap boots, and all I do is sit in an office 8 hours a day, typing and scanning. Oh well, its not that bad.
While Kelley and I were having lunch, these two guys (both late 40's) were chatting about houses they've owned.
One of the guys (John) starts telling the other guy about the house he owned in Tauranga. The story is as follows:
"Yeah, I used to have this place in Tauranga with my ex-wife. She ran off with my best mate. She'd already left me with nothing, had even taken my brand new car, so I'd be fucked if I was letting her take the house! I went to my lawyer and said "make her a cash offer on my behalf for the house for $92,000."
He said "that's crazy! It's worth way more than that!"
John said "Don't worry, she'll come back with a counter offer of $98,000"
Sure enough, the wife offered John the house for $98,000.
Two months after he bought the house, John sold it for $130,000.
He said that she rang him up and went absolutly balistic. He just said "thats what you get, slapper!"
John was made to give his ex his car, because of a court order. He said this about what happened when he was driving home from the courthouse:
"I was bloody pissed, but as I was driving home, I saw this really nice Mini, and thought, that's a bit of me! So I went across the road to a loan shark and got $3000, using the car my wife was meant to have as collaterol. Straight after I got the money, I went and changed the car I'd used as collaterol into my ex's name, then said she had 24 hours to pick it up. Three months later, I get a call and she's going nuts, says they're towing the car away unless she gives them 3 grand! I just said "love you too, slapper!"